Luyện nghe bài hát Black Music

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

Rampage]
Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la...
BLOW! BLOW!
Niggas, please, the front 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 came out of the gutter
You never could this matter
He thinks it's a G, he thinks a porn star
I was born again, I from a bad dream
Damn! Niggaz stick me for my cream
You're like a fuckin' dust
step on the sidewalk of my crib
You never smoked one wit' me

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

[Bigg
The knows who's right
The motherfucker knows who home at night
I'm and you're wrong
I've never been wrong and you're never
Any motherfucker that song will be
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 real killa at a fake killa
I'm a nigga to another BX nigga
B.I. G.
I rhyme for real to who wants to me

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