Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
I got a automatic that 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 if you talk
And I

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

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

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

I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we take in airin' our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up 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 ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from 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 to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd rather find a menage

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

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

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend 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
Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And is how we do

I it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's 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
has awoken, and you know they say that
"You deserved it you die with your eyes open"

I hold 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 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 you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a guns, a hundred 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 next time if you talk
And is how we do!