Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

I ain't no thug son, my name is Won
I a certified gem for him and her
Knockin' on your radio like the Crew
Ask you want, I'm managin' the funk on the paper

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

Ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin' our point to ya
stages with my thought coalition
Carryin' on, all your stress mode
Just another episode 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, runnin' ya city

It's the hotness, about but never seen
Like the 'til ya cop this, drop it inside your vein
And like a train, we be throughout your legs and arms
high off our talent and charm

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

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

On your metro, Marta order iron
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' thru ya
If you miss it now, sho' be a pity
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 stay red and bloody kid
Case study your code, so you can pass
I stash a little when I'm on the visitation

If you my line, nigga do the same
I'm guaranteed to run through and the game
Ain't 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 and livin' out a suitcase man
Chickenheads and of fruitcakes man
Ain't nuttin' better than the outskirts
Especially when she got no pantyhose on and it's on

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

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

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

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

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