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 that spits next 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 spits next time if you (you talk)
(And I know)
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no desired
So take off them chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, the 4 pound
flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I don't understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in 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 hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, nigga, I'm from New York (bx bx)
I got a hundred ways to a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And is how we do)
Nigga I can see the in your nose
This ain't a movie, 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 talkin crazy how they're 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 let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm the T back
Even Roy Jones was to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme
Got on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you already know the x is the team 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 shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til light their spliffs
And that will get you a long 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 with eyes open
I still hold a title, I'm in the hood 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 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 guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck you thought (you thought)
And you cant take 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.