Luyện nghe bài hát 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
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 niggaz is pussy, poonani,
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to
You're print distrified, you're no longer
So take off them chains, put back on your wire

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

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

I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take 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 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, 'cause nigga, I'm 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 to find God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how 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 let 'em loose on me"

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

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

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

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they their spliffs

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

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

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