Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

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

I don't 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 guns, a hundred 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 ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New
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 about to find God
But now maze 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 industry like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga 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 swear it be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light spliffs

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm 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, I'm from New York
I got a automatic that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!