Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

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

I no thug son, my name is Plug Won
I a certified gem for him and her
Knockin' on your like the Crash Crew
Ask whoever you want, I'm managin' the on the paper

Outside of that we 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, movin' on ya

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

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

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

Check the caliber, be a smash
Like some food on 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 Banner

Yo, I set travels like LaRue
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, Marta iron horse
Yo the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher
I'm your girl, we on a world tour
Supplyin' bloodstream with nothin' but the pure uncut, in ya

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

Freak, freak, freak, freak the funk, the funk, the funk, the
freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak
Freak, freak the funk, freak, the funk

We ain't walkin' on a brick road
streets stay red and bloody kid
Case study your code, so you can easily
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 prove the
Ain't bigger the pieces in it
You see the pieces in it had me travelin' one side of map

hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap
Long hauls and livin' out a man
and gangs of fruitcakes man
Ain't nuttin' better explorin' the outskirts
Especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on and on

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

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

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

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