Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

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

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

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

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

I don't really what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a
'Cause we ain't playin' up in New York

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

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

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't 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 of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got on top of the Phantom
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 guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you
And you can't take shit for granted, life is too short
I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

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

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

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

Word that niggaz 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

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
I got a semi automatic that next time if you talk
And is how we do!