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, I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits time 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 them silly chains, put back on wire

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

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

I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin' our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we 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 spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to 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 your
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much find a menage

And everybody crazy how they're AK spit
But we this 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
Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of Pun's rhyme book?

Got on top of the Phantom
And the got bling, like the ring around Saturn
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the 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 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, 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 they their spliffs

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

I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with old rifles
doin' 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 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 nigga I'm 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!