Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani,
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's to ride
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 bring the ghetto
To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky

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

I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we take 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 tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm 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 in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I I'd much rather find a menage

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

True Story, I'm bringin' the T
Even Roy Jones was to lean back
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of found rhyme book?

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short
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
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz wanna you is in the air
A double of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So you tell me I'm the best it's 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 hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
I got a semi that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!