Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to
You're print distrified, you're no longer
So take off them silly chains, put on your wire
I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let east bang, let west coast bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin in the sky blue
Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs at the speed of sound
Tryin to the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my niggaz to run in your house
I don't really what the runnin's about
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 here in New

[Fat
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm New York (bx bx)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm New York (New York)
(And is how we do)
Nigga I can see the coke in nose
This ain't a movie, he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to god
But now Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm the T back
Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found rhyme book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you know the x is where the team be at

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