Luyện nghe bài hát 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
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 I

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

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

with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' mouths
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

I don't really what the runnin's about
But hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New

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 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 much rather find a

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

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz 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 and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
guaranteed 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 dope is out, like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you know say that
"You it whenever you die with your eyes open"

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

Word that 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 when you tell me I'm the best it's a

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