Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

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

niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's to ride
You're print distrified, no longer desired
So off them silly chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna the ghetto gospel
To hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

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

I don't really understand what the runnin's
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'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 the way the homie 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 from New
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head on the globe
And I was just 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 homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
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 hundred guns, a hundred clips, 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 gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

And that coke 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 whenever you die your eyes open"

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

Word that wanna 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 when you tell me I'm the it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause 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!