Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (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 it's 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 east coast bang, let west coast
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky
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 might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your
I don't really understand what the runnin's
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

Jo:]
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 ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm 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 about to find god
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how AK spit
But we know investigatin, and they 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 bringin the T
Even Roy was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind
Now we them Howard 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
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the be at

I got a hundred guns, a 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 for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, 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 you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs
And coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the is out, it's like America Online
Wise has
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die your eyes open
I still hold a title, I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so
Ha I'm like you
that 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 clips, Nigga I'm from 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 a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.