Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no desired
So take off them chains, put back on your wire

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

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

I really understand what the runnin's about
But hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm New York
And you can I get real ignorant, 'cause 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 blown on the globe
And I was just about to 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 this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

True Story, I'm the T back
Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin' them niggaz
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme

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

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

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

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

I still hold a title, because I'm in the like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with 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 shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm
So you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New
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 New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you
And is how we do!