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

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

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

Back with the you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the of niggaz that's runnin' their mouths
I get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our out
Leavin' 'em 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 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 in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the
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 they're AK
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy was forced to lean back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them niggaz
Who said I of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got bitches on top of the
And the got bling, like the ring around 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 from New
Ryde, and D block 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 treat her, you get rich
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs

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

I still a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like you

Word that niggaz wanna you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the 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 guns, a hundred 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 clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!