Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

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

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

Ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin' our to ya position
stages with my thought coalition
Carryin' on, eradicate all stress mode
Just another episode through these codes, we bankin' on

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

the hotness, talked about but never seen
Like the Loch-Ness 'til ya cop this, drop it inside your
And like a train, we be throughout your legs and arms
You're high off our talent and

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

Yo, I set travels Karen LaRue
talkin' in the big city, it's all about gettin' the coins
Everywhere I go I a tenderloin
sportin' a dot com Viet marker bomb

On your metro, Marta order horse
Yo take the cross and meet a at the butcher
I'm cuttin' your girl, we on a world
your bloodstream with nothin' but the pure uncut, in ya

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

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, the funk

We ain't walkin' on a brick road
These stay red and bloody kid
Case your code, so you can easily pass
I a little love when I'm on the visitation

If you crossin' my line, nigga do the
I'm to run through and prove the game
bigger than the pieces in it
You see the in it had me stuck travelin' one side of map

Clappin' with rap cats who ain't deserve dap
Long hauls and out a suitcase man
Chickenheads and gangs of man
Ain't nuttin' better than the outskirts
Especially when she ain't got no on and it's on

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

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

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

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

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