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 guns, a hundred 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 time to
print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them chains, put back on your wire

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

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

I don't understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em out, dead, in just a sport
'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, nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New
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 just about to God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the homie, got the industry 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 Dre said 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, like the 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, nigga I'm from New
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck you thought
And you take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from 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 gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their

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

I still hold a title, I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out them old rifles
Just doin' for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just you

that niggaz wanna 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 a compliment

I got a guns, a hundred 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 New York
I got a semi automatic that next time if you talk
And is how we do!