Luyện nghe bài hát Black Music

[chorus: MC
New York, Big Apple!
Now, wit' T.B.S. Thug
We're real thugs, shakin' the

Rampage]
Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la...
BLOW! BLOW!
Niggas, please, leave the of my glock
grazed his chops, firin' the block
His girl had a and left you like a frog
You're up comedy for cops
Was ready for competition
It's funny! You came out of the gutter
You could understand this matter
He thinks it's a G, he it's a porn star
I was born again, I awoke from a bad
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my cream
insignificant like a fuckin' dust
Don't step on the of my crib
You never smoked one smoke me

MC Quita][3X]
New York, Big Apple!
Now, sing T.B.S. Thug
real thugs, shakin' the club

[Bigg
The knows who's right
The motherfucker knows who leaves at night
I'm and you're wrong
I've never wrong and you're never right
Any motherfucker that song be tight
Flippin' the smoke, hitin' in the head
Life goes fast, out soon that
The money isn't for
The music is just one stunt
I'm a real shootin' at a fake killa
I'm a nigga rhyming to another BX
B.I. G.
I rhyme for real to who wants to me

[chorus: MC
New York, Big Apple!
Now, sing wit' T.B.S.
We're thugs, shakin' the club

[MC
New York.. I run!
New York.. I run!
New York.. I run!
like a star, I'll come

[chorus: MC
New York, Big Apple!
Now, sing wit' T.B.S.
We're thugs, shakin' the club