Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a automatic that spits next time if you talk
And I

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani,
Your monologue's getting tired, now time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer
So take off them silly chains, put back on wire

I'm on fire, holly dipped in
Let each coast bang, let west bang
And Rule gonna the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' in the sky blue

Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs 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 what the about
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
'Cause we ain't up here in New York

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in your
This ain't a movie, he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just to find God
But now maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' 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 shook
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin' the T
Even Roy was forced to lean back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them niggaz
Who said I of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for
And you already know the X is the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, fuck what you thought
And you can't shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs

And that coke will get you a long
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America
Wise has awoken, and you know they say
"You deserved it whenever you die with eyes open"

I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old
doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just you

Word that niggaz murk you is in the air
A double of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So when you me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!