Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

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

I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'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 ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New
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 your
This ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how AK spit
But we this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the shook 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 grind cook
Now we killin' them niggaz
Who said I must of found rhyme book?

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

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't 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 swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
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 long
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, because I'm in the hood like them little
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so
Ha I'm just you

Word that niggaz 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 it's a

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!