Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

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

I don't understand what the runnin's about
But hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in 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 spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was about to find God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

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

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

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, the ring around Saturn
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already 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 you thought
And you can't shit for granted, because 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 be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs

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

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

Word niggaz 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 you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

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 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!