Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from 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)
niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to
print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let east coast bang, let west bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4
flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your
I don't really understand the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we playin 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 spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (bx bx)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New (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 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 is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin 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 shook
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"
True Story, I'm the T back
Even Roy was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind
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 ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
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, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the is out, it's like America Online
has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes
I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin for nothin, it's 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 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)
Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you cant take shit for granted coz is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (Aha)
And is how we do.