Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you miss it now, it'll 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, the funk

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

If you crossin' my line, nigga do the
I'm guaranteed to run through and the game
Ain't bigger 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 and livin' out a suitcase man
Chickenheads and of fruitcakes man
Ain't nuttin' better explorin' the outskirts
Especially she ain't 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, 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, Dave Banner gettin'
And we got, Maseo down
And of course, my nigga Eno gettin'

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 gettin'

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