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

[Verse 1 - Ja
niggaz 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 on your wire
I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast
And Rule bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin in the sky blue
Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your
I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New

- 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, nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And is how we do)

[Verse 2 - Fat
Nigga I can see the in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the
And I was about to find god
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm the T back
Even Roy was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin 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, fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the be at

- Jadakiss]
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga 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, a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they their spliffs
And that will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America
has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it you die with your eyes open
I hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like 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 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 what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New
(Aha, and is how we do)