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 semi-automatic spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now time to ride
print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly in octane
Let east bang, let west coast bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin in the sky blue
Back the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
we ain't 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 homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New (bx bx)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm New York (New York)
And you can I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And is how we do)
Nigga I can see the in your 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 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 bringin the T
Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin 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 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 clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and shit, Nigga fuck what you (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long
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
up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so
Ha I'm like you
Word niggaz wanna 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 hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- Block and shit, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you take shit for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.