Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

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

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

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

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

I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New

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 New York
I got a ways to make 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 nose
This ain't a movie, 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 AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

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

Got on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
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, nigga fuck you thought
And you take 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
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their

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

I still hold a title, because I'm in the like them little motorcycles
up kids, hoppin' out with them 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 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 tell the way the homie spit, nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you
And is how we do!