Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

I ain't no son, my name is Plug Won
I drop a gem for him and her
Knockin' on your radio like the Crash
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
Watchin' the sweet things wiggle they
To Plug Three on the cut, movin' on ya

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

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

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

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

Yo, I set travels like LaRue
Small talkin' in the big city, all about gettin' the coins
Everywhere I go I touch a
They sportin' a dot com Viet marker

On your metro, order iron horse
Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the
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 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, the funk, freak, freak the funk

We walkin' on a yellow brick road
streets stay red and bloody kid
Case study code, so you can easily pass
I stash a little when I'm on the visitation

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

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

Hot times, thru ya city
If you miss it now, sho' be a pity
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 Mercenary down
And we got, Dave 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 Khrist gettin'
And we got, Com gettin' down

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