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, 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 getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on wire

I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' 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 niggaz that's runnin' their
I might get my niggaz to run in your house

I don't really understand the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up 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 a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in nose
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather 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 gonna let 'em on me"

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, 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, I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, 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 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
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light spliffs

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

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old
Just doin' shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like 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 you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

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