Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani,
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's to ride
print distrified, you're no longer 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 hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

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

I don't understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em out, dead, in just a sport
we ain't playin' up here in New York

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

And everybody talkin' how they're AK spit
But we this 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"

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, 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 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 treat her, you get rich
It's 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 dope is out, it's like Online
Wise has awoken, and you know they say
"You deserved it you die with your eyes open"

I hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with 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 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, nigga I'm from 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
And is how we do!