Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

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

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

I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from 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 might get
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they their spliffs
And that coke get you a long time
But when I let 'em the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has
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 like low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like you
Word that niggaz wanna you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment (Aha)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck you thought (you thought)
And you take 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.