Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
I got a that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm 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 off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly in octane
Let east coast bang, let coast bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their
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
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'cause we playin up here in New York

[Fat
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (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 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 coke in nose
ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a
And everybody 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 gonna let 'em on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T
Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we killin them niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the
And the pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz 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, fuck 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 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 they their spliffs
And that will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, like America Online
Wise has
And you they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with old rifles
Just shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm like you
Word that niggaz murk you is in the air
A shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So when you tell me I'm the 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 what you (you thought)
And you cant shit 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.