Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

I'm on fire, holly dipped in
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 Gods you now, the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their
I might get my Brooklyn to run in your 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 just a
'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 the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, nigga, I'm from New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the
And I was just to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather a menage

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

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

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from 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, 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 get rich
It's you gonna die, you might get missed
For 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs

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

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

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