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, Nigga I'm 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) tired, now it's time to ride
You're 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 bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the gospel
To 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin mouths
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's
But hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'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, That nigga, I'm from New (New York)
I got a ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from 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 in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the
And I was just to find 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 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 was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's book
Got bitches on top of the
And the pinky got bling, like the ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
And you already the x is where the team 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 you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, 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
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke 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 whenever you die with your 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 shit for nothin, it's so
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 best a compliment

[Hook -
I got a hundred guns, a 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 clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)