Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

Y'all is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's tired, now it's time to ride
You're distrified, you're 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 coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto
To every possible, pushin' 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 we're hunters, we take pride in 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 homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New
I got a hundred to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in your
ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

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

Story, I'm bringin' the T back
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 got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
And you already know the X is where the be at

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And is how we do

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

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

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

Word that niggaz wanna you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So when you tell me I'm the best a compliment

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!