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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani,
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to
You're print distrified, you're no desired
So take off them chains, put back on your wire

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

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

I really understand what the runnin's about
But hunters, we take 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 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 ways 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 your
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just to find God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and 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 the T back
Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard
Who said I must of Pun's rhyme book?

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you already know the X is 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, nigga I'm New York
And is how we do

I it couldn't be sweeter, life's 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 their spliffs

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

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with old rifles
doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
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 it's a compliment

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