Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

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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, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
I got a that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
Yall 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 on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let east coast bang, let west bang
And Rule gonna bring the gospel
To every 'hood possible, through in the sky blue
with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of that's runnin their mouths
I might get my niggaz to run in your house
I really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New

Jo:]
I got a guns, a hundred 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 from New (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 coke in nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his 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 talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they 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 the T back
Even Roy was forced to (Lean Back)
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's book
Got bitches on top of the
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 hundred clips, 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 shit for granted, 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 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 maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs
And coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America
Wise has
And you know they say that you it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out them old rifles
doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just 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)
Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you cant take shit for coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (Aha)
And is how we do.