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 semi-automatic that spits next time if you (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
niggaz 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 silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly in octane
Let coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4
Slugs flyin at the of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's their mouths
I might get my niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we pride in airin our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't up here in New York

[Fat
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (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 make a grip, Yes, I'm from New (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, even he got his head blown on the
And I was just to find god
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they spray shit
Not me, I'm the homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"
True Story, I'm the T back
Even Roy Jones was to (Lean Back)
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme
Got bitches on top of the
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 New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and shit, Nigga what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light spliffs
And that coke will get you a long
But when I let 'em know the is out, it's like America Online
has awoken
And you know they say you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood them low motorcycles
up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so
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 when you tell me I'm the it's a compliment (Aha)
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you cant shit for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (Aha)
And is how we do.