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

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

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

Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs 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 your

I don't really understand what the runnin's
But hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'Cause we playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New
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 head blown on the
And I was just to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK
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"

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you already the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga what you thought
And you take shit 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, a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light spliffs

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

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

Word 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 clips, nigga 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 clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!