Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
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 automatic that spits 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, you're no desired
So off them silly chains, put back on your wire

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

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

I don't really understand what the about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'Cause we playin' 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 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 think I'd much rather a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK
But we know investigatin', and they ain't spray 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 was forced to lean back
My Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' Howard niggaz
Who said I of found Pun's rhyme book?

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

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they their spliffs

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

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
Just shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just 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 you tell me I'm the best 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, 'cause I'm from New York!
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!