Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their
I might get my niggaz 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
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 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 real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his blown on the globe
And I was just to find 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 truth homie, got the shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ryde, and D block 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 hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz wanna 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 it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, nigga I'm from 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
And is how we do!