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

niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to
You're print distrified, no longer desired
So off them silly chains, put back on your wire

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

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

I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm New York
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 ain't a movie, even he got his blown on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

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

True Story, I'm bringin' the T
Even Roy Jones was to lean back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we them Howard 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
coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because 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, life's a
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light spliffs

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

I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
Just shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm like 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 tell me I'm the best it's a

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