Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's to ride
You're distrified, you're no longer desired
So off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let east bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the of sound
Tryin to catch the of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I really understand what the runnin's about
But hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we 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 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 your
ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather a menage
And everybody crazy how they're AK spit
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 grind cook
Now we killin them niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around
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, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and shit, Nigga fuck you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, life is too short (too short)
I got a guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you 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 time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like Online
Wise has
And you know say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like low motorcycles
up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm just you
Word that wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment (Aha)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- 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 clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.