Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

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

I really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
Leavin' 'em out, dead, in just 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 the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm 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 your
ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was about to find 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 know this investigatin', and they 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
Even Roy Jones was to lean back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we them Howard niggaz
Who I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

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

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's you gonna 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 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 little
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so
Ha I'm like you

Word that wanna murk you is in the air
A shot 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 hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a automatic that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!