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

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

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

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4
Slugs flyin' at the of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn 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 just a
'Cause we ain't up here in New York

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
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 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 rather find a menage

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 shook
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
And you already know the X is 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 what you
And you take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, 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, they light their spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz wanna 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 guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!