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

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

I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let each coast bang, let west bang
And Rule bring the ghetto gospel
To every 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 that's runnin' their
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'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 hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm New York
And you can tell I get ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

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

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

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you already the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light 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 they say that
"You deserved it whenever you die with your open"

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

that niggaz wanna murk 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 it's a

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
And you can the way the homie spit, 'cause 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!