Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

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

I really understand 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 here in New

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm New York
And you can tell the way the 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 coke in nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the
And I was about to find God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they 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 Howard
Who said I must of Pun's rhyme book?

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

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

I it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you her, you might get rich
guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, they light their spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz wanna you is in the air
A shot 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 it's a

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!