Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Guns

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I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New

Well, I'm drivin' my car country
With a 100 guns and six G
Me drivin a town, me see two cops
They lookin' at me funny like they really stop

Me just my head and gwan on me way
Put hip-hop ina de and press play
Me get one and me hear, "Pull over"
The are in the trunk with a thin cover

They ask me for ID, driver's license
Me ask them, "Was I any law, officer?"
They said, "Oh yes, you passed line
Niggers in these, parts now is a crime"

I said "Is that so?" and cocked me nine
Bust two shots ina de bwoy top
His just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop
Me put the car in and me did not stop
When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop,

I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York
(One, two, three, four)

Me in a hotel, off North
fine, and yes me on course
Me walk to a bathroom, take a leak
But right out the window, I can hear the speak

"We have the place surrounded we're about to in"
That's when I pick up my and just begin
Pump, pump, pump, first copper hit the
Pump, pump, pump, copper go down

Me jump out the window, tryin' not to a sound
Me run to the car, gunfire all
I start up the engine, bust the
All illegally I want to get paid

Pump, pump, pump, goes my tire
Me spun out of control, the car caught on
Me out the car, put me hands in the air
Cops just surroundin' me pistols everywhere

They put me in the of their car handcuffed
out them chests like they're big rough and tough
A cop and said, "You'll never sell your guns now"
I said, "It doesn't matter, you'll them anyhow
You take the guns me, you sell them for a fee
you put it, they'll get in the city"

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So still, I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York, fiyah
(One, two, three, four)

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