Luyện nghe bài hát Black Music

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

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

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

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

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

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

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