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

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

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

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from 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 in your nose
ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was about to find God
But now maze 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 spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said grind
Now we killin' them Howard
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, 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 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 is too short
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

I it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they 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 know say that
"You it whenever you die with your eyes open"

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

Word that niggaz 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 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 spit, 'cause nigga I'm from 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
And is how we do!