Luyện nghe bài hát Crunk Juice

I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits time 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
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now time to ride
You're distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let each bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto
To every possible, pushin through in the sky blue
with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the of sound
to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your
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 playin up in New York

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

[Verse 2 - Fat
Nigga I can see the coke in your
This ain't a movie, even he got his blown on the globe
And I was just about to god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather a menage
And everybody talkin how they're AK spit
But we know investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm the T back
Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said 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 ring Saturn
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
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 you thought (you thought)
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga 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 treat her, you might get
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long
But I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has
And you know they say that you deserved it you die with your eyes open
I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with old rifles
Just shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just you
Word niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double 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 it's a

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