Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

Back with the 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 Brooklyn niggaz to run in house

I don't understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from 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 from New
And you can tell I get ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

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

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

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
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 block and shit, nigga what 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 couldn't be sweeter, life's a
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their

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

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

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

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