Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

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

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

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

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

I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can the way the homie 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, 'cause nigga, I'm New York
And is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in nose
This a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was about to find God
But now that is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how AK spit
But we know investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em on me"

True Story, I'm the T back
Even Roy Jones was to lean back
My nigga Dre said cook
Now we killin' them Howard
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 where the be at

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too
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 her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light spliffs

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

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

Word that niggaz 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 when you tell me I'm the it's a compliment

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