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

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

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

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

I don't understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take in airin' our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just 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, that nigga, I'm from New
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 nose
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was about to find God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

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

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

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

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga 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 be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz murk you is in the air
A shot 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 clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can the way the homie 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 next time if you
And is how we do!