Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
I got a automatic that spits next 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

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

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

Back the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz runnin' 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 pride 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 hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred to make 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
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a

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

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

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a
Depending on how you treat her, you might get
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 I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America 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
up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm like you

Word that niggaz wanna 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 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 automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!