Luyện nghe bài hát New York, New York

[Ja
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
Yall is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) tired, now it's time to ride
print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your
I'm on fire, dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let coast bang
And Rule bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky
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 don't really understand what the runnin's
But hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em out, dead, in just a sport
we ain't playin up here in New York

[Fat
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm New York (New York)
And you can the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (bx bx)
I got a hundred ways to a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm New York (New York)
(And is how we do)
I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just to find god
But now Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T
Even Roy was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the
And the pinky got bling, like the around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz for that
And you already know the x is the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and shit, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
(Aha, and is how we do)
I swear it 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, 'til they light 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
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with eyes open
I still hold a title, I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so
Ha I'm just you
that niggaz wanna 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 (Aha)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (New York)
Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you take shit for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, I'm from New York (Aha)
And is how we do.