Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga 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 if you talk
And I

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

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

Back with the Gods you now, 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 your

I don't really understand what the about
But we're hunters, we take in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't 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 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 in your nose
ain't 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 know investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the homie, got the industry shook 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' them Howard
Who I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

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

I it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
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 like America
Wise has awoken, and you know say that
"You it whenever you die with your eyes open"

I still hold a title, I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so
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, nigga I'm from 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
And is how we do!