Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

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

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

Ever ya got, we gon' get, our point to ya position
Rippin' stages with my thought
Carryin' on, eradicate all your mode
Just another through these area codes, we bankin' on

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

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

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

Yo, I set travels Karen LaRue
Small in the big city, it's all about gettin' the coins
I go I touch 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 cuttin' your girl, we on a tour
Supplyin' your bloodstream nothin' but the pure uncut, in ya

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

Freak, freak, freak, freak the funk, the funk, the funk, the
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
streets stay red and bloody kid
Case study code, so you can easily pass
I stash a little love when I'm on the

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 pieces in it had me stuck travelin' one of map

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

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

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

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

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

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