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 semi-automatic spits next time if you talk (you talk)
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)
(And I know)
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to
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 Rule bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky
Back the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your
I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we take in airin our prey 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, 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 tell I get real ignorant, 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 to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much 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 homie, got the industry 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 Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the
And the pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you already the x is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and shit, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you 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 that you deserved it whenever you die your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like you
Word niggaz 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 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, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you take shit for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.