Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

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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 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 time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no desired
So take off them silly chains, put on your wire
I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto
To 'hood 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 that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your
I don't really understand what the about
But hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New

Jo:]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
And you can the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (bx bx)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm 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)
I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the
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 crazy how AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em 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 niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring 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, 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, because 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, 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 light their 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 like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm just you
Word niggaz wanna 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, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you cant take shit for 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.