Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Remix)

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

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

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

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4
Slugs flyin' at the speed of
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 understand what the about
But hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 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 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 about to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much find a menage

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

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

I swear it be sweeter, life's a bitch
on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till light their spliffs

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, 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 from New
I got a semi automatic that spits time if you talk
And is how we do!