Luyện nghe bài hát Black Music

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

[Jim
Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la...
BLOW! BLOW!
Niggas, please, the front of my glock
Hittin' grazed his chops, the block
His had a dick-belt and left you like a frog
You're up comedy for cops
Was never ready for
It's funny! You also out of the gutter
You never could understand matter
He it's a G, he thinks it's a porn star
I was born again, I awoke from a bad
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my cream
You're insignificant like a dust
step on the sidewalk of my crib
You never smoked one wit' me

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New York, Big Apple!
Now, sing wit' T.B.S.
real thugs, shakin' the club

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

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