Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a guns, a hundred 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 New York
I got a semi automatic that next time if you talk
And I

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

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

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

I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in 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 tell the way the spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was about 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 industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

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

Got on top of the Phantom
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 guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, fuck what you thought
And you take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
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 you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they their spliffs

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

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

that niggaz 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 it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, nigga 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!