Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

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

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

Ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin' our point to ya
Rippin' stages my thought coalition
Carryin' on, all your stress mode
Just another episode through these area codes, we on

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freak, freak, freak, the funk, the funk, the funk, the funk
Funk freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the
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 love when 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 the pieces in it
You see the pieces in it had me stuck one side of map

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

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

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

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

And we got, Jay Dee down
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 down
And we got, C. gettin' down
And my nigga, West gettin' down