Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a automatic that 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 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 the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' in the sky blue

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

I don't really understand what the about
But hunters, we take pride 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 hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can tell the way the spit, that nigga, I'm from 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 coke in 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 I'd much rather find a menage

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

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you already 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 block and shit, 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 it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
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 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 know they say
"You deserved it whenever you die your eyes open"

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like little motorcycles
up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just 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 me I'm the best 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 guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you
And is how we do!