Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

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I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you (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)
niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to
You're print distrified, you're no longer
So take off them silly chains, put on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let east coast bang, let coast bang
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, through in the sky blue
Back the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in house
I really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
'cause we ain't playin up in New York

Jo:]
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (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 New York (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 your
This ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was just to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a
And everybody talkin how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry like
"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 grind cook
Now we them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
And you already know the x is where the 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 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 be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, like America Online
has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them low
Stick up kids, 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 clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- Block and shit, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you cant shit for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a guns a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.