Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
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)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's to ride
You're distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let east coast bang, let west bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every possible, pushin through in the sky blue
with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs 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 don't understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our out
Leavin 'em out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up in New York

[Fat
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm New York (bx bx)
I got a ways to make 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 a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to god
But now that Ma$e is back, I I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK
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"
True Story, I'm bringin the T
Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we killin them niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
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 can't take 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, a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their
And that will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, like America Online
Wise has
And you know they say that you it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the like them low motorcycles
up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
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 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)
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 from New (Aha)
And is how we do.