Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
I got a guns, a hundred 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 semi-automatic that spits time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on wire
I'm on fire, holly in octane
Let east coast bang, let west coast
And gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, through 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 to run in your house
I don't really understand the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin our prey 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, Nigga I'm from New (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 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 coke in nose
This a movie, even he got his head blown 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 crazy how they're AK
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"
Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you already 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 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, 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 they light spliffs
And coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the is out, it's like America Online
has awoken
And you they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just you
Word that niggaz wanna 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 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 take shit for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.