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 next time if you (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 your
I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let each coast bang, let west bang
And Rule bring the ghetto gospel
To 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of
Tryin to the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn to run in your house
I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em out, dead, in just 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 the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New (New York)
(And is how we do)

2 - Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in your
This ain't a movie, even he got his blown on the globe
And I was about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much find a menage
And everybody talkin 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 gonna let 'em on me"
Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre grind 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 around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you already the x is where the team be at

- Jadakiss]
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 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 be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
guaranteed 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 when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America
Wise has
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with eyes open
I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out them old rifles
Just doin for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm like you
Word that niggaz wanna 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 it's a compliment

- Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, 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)