Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

I'm on fire, holly in octane
Let each bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna the ghetto gospel
To hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from 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 New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in nose
This ain't a movie, he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just to find God
But now maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

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

True Story, I'm the T back
Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said grind
Now we killin' Howard niggaz
Who said I must of found rhyme book?

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

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

I it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you 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 Online
Wise has awoken, and you they say that
"You deserved it you die with your eyes open"

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

Word that niggaz wanna you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the 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 spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next if you talk
And is how we do!