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
on your radio like the Crash Crew
Ask whoever you want, I'm managin' the on the paper

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

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

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

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

the caliber, this be a smash
Like food on stage for Gallagher
Wear ya bib it's 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 Karen
Small talkin' in the big city, all about gettin' the coins
Everywhere I go I a tenderloin
sportin' a dot com Viet marker bomb

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

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you it now, it'll sho' be a pity
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, the funk, freak, freak the funk

We ain't walkin' on a brick road
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 my line, nigga do the same
I'm guaranteed to run and prove the game
Ain't bigger the pieces 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 hauls and out a suitcase 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, runnin' ya city
If you miss it now, sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' ya city

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

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

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

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