Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

We talkin'
Hot times, thru ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya

I no thug son, my name is Plug Won
I a certified gem for him and her
on your radio like the Crash Crew
Ask whoever you want, I'm the funk on the paper

Outside of that we pull capers for
throughout the maze of street while we blaze the beat
Watchin' the sweet things wiggle butt
To Plug Three on the cut, on ya what

ya got, we gon' get, bringin' our point to ya position
Rippin' stages with my coalition
on, eradicate all your stress mode
Just episode through these area codes, we bankin' on

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you miss it now, it'll be a pity
We got hot times, thru ya city

It's the hotness, talked about but seen
Like the 'til ya cop this, drop it inside your vein
And like a train, we be throughout your legs and arms
You're high off our and charm

Check the caliber, be a smash
Like some food on for Gallagher
Wear ya bib 'cause it's
Niggaz on my girl as if my name was Jesse
Watch your manners, now let me it off to Dave Banner

Yo, I set travels like Karen
Small talkin' in the big city, it's all about the coins
Everywhere I go I touch a
They a dot com Viet marker bomb

On your metro, order iron horse
Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the
I'm your girl, we on a world tour
Supplyin' your bloodstream with nothin' but the uncut, in ya

Hot times, runnin' ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya

Freak, freak, freak, the funk, the funk, the funk, the funk
freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak
Freak, freak the funk, freak, freak the

We ain't walkin' on a yellow brick
These streets stay red and kid
Case study your code, so you can easily
I stash a little love I'm on the visitation

If you crossin' my line, nigga do the
I'm to run through and prove the game
Ain't bigger than the in it
You see the pieces in it had me travelin' one side of map

Clappin' hands with rap cats who deserve dap
Long hauls and livin' out a man
and gangs of fruitcakes man
Ain't nuttin' than explorin' the outskirts
Especially she ain't got no pantyhose on and it's on

Hot times, runnin' ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you miss it now, sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' ya city

Yo, it's like, the gettin' down
And we got, Banner gettin' down
And we got, Maseo gettin'
And of course, my nigga Eno gettin'

And we got, Jay Dee gettin'
And of course, the V gettin' down
And we got my man gettin' down
And we got, Com gettin' down

And we got, N.D. down
You know Troy Hightower gettin'
And we got, C. gettin' down
And my nigga, Dave West gettin'