Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

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

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

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

Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the of sound
to catch 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 pride in our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can the way the homie spit, that 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 New York
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 just about to God
But now that maze is back, I I'd much rather find a menage

And talkin' crazy 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"

Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to back
My nigga Dre said 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 where the be at

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

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a
Depending on how you 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 long
But when I let 'em know the is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you know they say
"You it whenever 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 them old
Just doin' for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm like 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 me I'm the best it's a compliment

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