Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

Back with the Gods you now, the 4 pound
Slugs at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn to run in your house

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

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

Nigga, I can see the coke in nose
ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was about to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd rather 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 industry like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

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

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

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck you thought
And you take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

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

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

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

Word niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

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