Luyện nghe bài hát Black Music

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

[Jim
Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la...
BLOW! BLOW!
Niggas, please, leave the front of my
grazed his chops, firin' 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 came out of the
You never could understand matter
He thinks a G, he thinks it's a porn star
I was born again, I from a bad dream
Damn! Niggaz wanna 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 thugs, shakin' the club

[Bigg
The motherfucker knows right
The motherfucker who leaves home at night
I'm and you're wrong
I've never wrong and you're never right
Any motherfucker that song will be
Flippin' the smoke, hitin' in the head
Life goes fast, out that slum
The money for everyone
The music is one more stunt
I'm a real killa 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, sing wit' T.B.S.
We're thugs, shakin' the club

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

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