Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

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

Outside of that we pull for days
Ridin' throughout the maze of street while we 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
Rippin' stages with my thought
Carryin' on, eradicate all stress mode
Just another episode through these area codes, we on

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a
We got hot times, thru 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 runnin' throughout legs and arms
You're high off our and charm

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

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

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

Hot times, runnin' ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a
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 study your code, so you can easily
I stash a love when I'm on the visitation

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

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

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

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

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

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. gettin'
You know Troy gettin' down
And we got, C. Smith down
And my nigga, West gettin' down