Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi automatic spits next time if you talk
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next 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 silly chains, put back on your wire

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

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

I really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
Leavin' 'em out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New
And you can tell I get ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This a movie, even 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 find a menage

And everybody talkin' how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they 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 bringin' the T
Even Roy Jones was forced to back
My nigga Dre said 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, the ring around 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 from New
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too
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
guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz wanna you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the 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 from New
And you can the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!