Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

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

niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
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 bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto
To every hood possible, pushin' in the sky blue

Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in 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

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

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much find a menage

And everybody talkin' how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray
Not me, I'm the homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin' the T
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you
And you can't take shit for granted, life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
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, till they their spliffs

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

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

that niggaz wanna 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 tell me I'm the best it's a

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