Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

Y'all is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now time to ride
print 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 coast bang, let west bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' in the sky blue

Back the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's their mouths
I might get my niggaz to run in your 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 a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up in New York

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

Nigga, I can see the coke in your
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much find a menage

And talkin' crazy 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 shook
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy was forced to lean back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of Pun's rhyme 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 clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
And is how we do

I swear it be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

And that coke get you a long 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 whenever you die with eyes open"

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

Word that 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 me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from 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 semi automatic spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!