Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from 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 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 coke in your
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was about to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a

And talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry 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 said grind
Now we them Howard niggaz
Who said I of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you already the X is where 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 take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
And is how we do

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

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

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

that niggaz wanna murk 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 it's a

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