Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

Back with the Gods you now, the 4 pound
flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in 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 just a
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New

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

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK
But we know investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm the T back
Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin' 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 around
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you already know the X is the team be at

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too
I got a hundred guns, a 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 guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

And that coke will get you a time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like Online
has awoken, and you know 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 old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like you

Word that niggaz murk 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 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!