Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Juice

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)

1 - Ja Rule]
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's to ride
You're print distrified, no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on wire
I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let each bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna the ghetto gospel
To every possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't up here in New York

- Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New (New York)
I got a hundred ways to a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And is how we do)

2 - Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in nose
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"
Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was to (Lean Back)
My Dre said grind cook
Now we them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
And you already the x is where the team be at

[Hook -
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)

[Verse 3 -
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they their spliffs
And that coke get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, like America Online
has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your open
I still hold a title, I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like you
Word that niggaz murk you is in the air
A shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So when you tell me I'm the it's a compliment

- Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck you thought (you thought)
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)