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

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

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

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

I don't really understand the runnin's about
But hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'Cause we ain't up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
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, 'cause nigga, I'm New York
And is how we do

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

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 let 'em loose on me"

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
Ruff Ryde, and D and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a 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 might get
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz 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 tell me I'm the 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, nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you
And is how we do!