Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Juice

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

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

- Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (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 make a grip, Yes, I'm from New (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New (New York)
(And is how we do)

[Verse 2 - Fat
Nigga I can see the coke in nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK
But we know this investigatin, and they spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T
Even Roy Jones was to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the
And the pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the 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 life is too (too short)
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)

[Verse 3 -
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til light their spliffs
And coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, like America Online
Wise has
And you know they say that you deserved it you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like little motorcycles
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like you
that niggaz wanna 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 best a compliment

[Hook -
I got a guns, a hundred 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 shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)