Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani,
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's 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 dipped in
Let each bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna the ghetto gospel
To every possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs 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 about
But we're hunters, we pride in airin' our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New
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 ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that is back, I think I'd much 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 like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you already know the X is the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga 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 it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
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 light spliffs

And that will get you a long time
But I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
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 hood like little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old
Just doin' 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 clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the spit, 'cause 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 next time if you talk
And is how we do!