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

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

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

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

I don't really understand what the about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
'Cause we ain't up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm 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 a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd 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
Even Roy Jones was to lean back
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin' Howard niggaz
Who said I of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, the ring around Saturn
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you know the X is where 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 what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

I swear it be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

And coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like Online
Wise has awoken, and you they 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, out with them old rifles
Just doin' for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm like you

that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So when you me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
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 spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!