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

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

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

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

I don't really understand 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 guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New
I got a hundred to make a grip, yes, I'm from 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 coke in nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was just to find God
But now that maze is back, I I'd much rather find a menage

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

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the got bling, like 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 New York
Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, 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
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their

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

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

Word niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So when you tell me I'm the best 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 nigga I'm New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you
And is how we do!