Luyện nghe bài hát Black Music

[chorus: MC
New York, Big Apple!
Now, sing 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
Hittin' grazed his chops, the block
His girl had a dick-belt and you like a frog
You're up reason for cops
Was never ready for
It's funny! You also out of the gutter
You never could understand this
He it's a G, he thinks it's a porn star
I was born again, I from a bad dream
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
You're insignificant a fuckin' dust
Don't on the sidewalk of my crib
You never smoked one smoke me

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

[Bigg
The motherfucker knows right
The motherfucker knows who leaves home at
I'm right and wrong
I've been wrong and you're never right
Any motherfucker that will be tight
the smoke, hitin' himself in the head
Life goes fast, out soon 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 for real to who wants to kill 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 real thugs, the club