Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I got a guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
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,
monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no desired
So off them silly chains, put back on your wire

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

with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' 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 take pride in airin' our out
'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'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 homie spit, nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New
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 on the globe
And I was just about to God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much 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 shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe let 'em loose on me"

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

Got bitches on top of the
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around
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 and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because is too short
I got a hundred guns, a clips, nigga I'm from New York
And is how we do

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

And that will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, like 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 hood them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old
Just doin' shit for nothin, so spiteful
Ha I'm like 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 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 New York
I got a automatic that spits next time if you talk
And is how we do!