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

Y'all is pussy, poonani, vagina
monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no desired
So take off them chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let coast bang, let west coast bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' in the sky blue

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

I don't really understand the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'Cause we ain't playin' up 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 ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This 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 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 I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you
And you take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
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 die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their

And that will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like 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 little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out them old rifles
Just doin' for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just you

Word that wanna murk 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

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