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 next time if you talk
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 to ride
You're distrified, you're no longer desired
So off them silly chains, put back on your wire

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

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4
Slugs flyin' at the of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's 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
Leavin' 'em out, dead, in just a sport
we ain't playin' 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 ways to a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

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

And talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
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
Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of Pun's rhyme book?

Got on top of the Phantom
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 hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too
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, a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

And that will 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 eyes open"

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old
Just doin' 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 when you 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 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 automatic that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!