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 hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits 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 back on your
I'm on fire, holly in octane
Let east coast bang, let west bang
And Rule bring the ghetto gospel
To every possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, the 4 pound
flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of that's runnin their mouths
I might get my niggaz to run in your house
I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we playin up here in New York

[Fat
I got a hundred guns, a 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 hundred ways to a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New (New York)
(And is how we do)
Nigga I can see the in your nose
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 crazy how they're AK spit
But we this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm the T back
Even Roy was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the
And the got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the 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 fuck you thought (you thought)
And you take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New
(Aha, and is how we do)
I it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get
guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs
And that coke get you a long time
But I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die your eyes open
I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
Just shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just you
Word that 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 you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment (Aha)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- and shit, Nigga fuck what 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 New York (Aha)
And is how we do.