Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi that spits next time if you talk
And I

niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to
You're distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put on your wire

I'm on fire, dipped in octane
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 at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of that's runnin' their mouths
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

I don't really understand the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our out
Leavin' 'em out, dead, in just a sport
we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm New York
I got a hundred to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New
And is how we do

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 is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin' the T
Even Roy Jones was to lean back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard
Who said I must of Pun's rhyme book?

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you know the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And is how we do

I it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they their spliffs

And that coke will get you a long
But when I let 'em the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you they say that
"You deserved it whenever you die with eyes open"

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them motorcycles
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm like you

Word 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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!