Luyện nghe bài hát 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
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
I got a automatic that spits next time if you talk
And I

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

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

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New
And you can I get real ignorant, 'cause 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 I'd much rather find a menage

And talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz 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 block and shit, nigga fuck what you
And you can't take shit for granted, life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a
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 their spliffs

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

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

Word niggaz 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 best a compliment

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm New York!
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!