Luyện nghe bài hát Black Music

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

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

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

Sound]
The motherfucker knows right
The motherfucker who leaves home at night
I'm right and wrong
I've never been wrong and never right
Any motherfucker that song be tight
Flippin' the smoke, himself in the head
goes fast, out soon that slum
The money for everyone
The music is just one stunt
I'm a real shootin' at a fake killa
I'm a nigga rhyming to BX nigga
B.I. G.
I rhyme for real to who to kill me

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

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

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