Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (New York)
I got a that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now time to ride
print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put on your wire
I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let coast bang, let west coast bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in house
I really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a
we ain't playin up here in New York

[Fat
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
And you can tell the way the spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (bx bx)
I got a hundred ways to a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And is how we do)
Nigga I can see the coke in your
This ain't a movie, even he got his blown on the globe
And I was just about to god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"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 niggaz, who said I must of Pun's rhyme book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and shit, Nigga fuck what you (you thought)
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I swear it be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, like America Online
has awoken
And you know they say you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like you
Word that niggaz murk you is in the air
A double of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a (Aha)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you cant take for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.