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

niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's tired, now it's 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 in octane
Let each coast bang, let coast 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 ears of 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
'Cause we ain't 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 ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his blown on the globe
And I was about to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd rather find a menage

And everybody crazy how they're 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 the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them niggaz
Who said I must of found Pun's book?

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, 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 clips, nigga I'm from New York
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 guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

I swear it be sweeter, life's a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs

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

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with old rifles
doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just 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 hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
And you can the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that next time if you talk
And is how we do!