Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

Back with the Gods you now, the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the 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 take pride in our prey 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 New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New
I got a hundred ways to 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 in your 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 I'd much rather find a menage

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

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around
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, I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take 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, a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might 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 time
But when I let 'em know the is out, it's like America Online
has awoken, and you know they say that
"You it whenever you die with your eyes open"

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

Word that niggaz 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 hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can the way the homie 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 that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!