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
Knockin' on your radio like the Crash
Ask whoever you want, I'm the funk on the paper

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

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

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

the hotness, talked about but never 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 high off our talent and

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

Yo, I set travels like Karen
Small talkin' in the big city, it's all about gettin' the
Everywhere I go I a tenderloin
They sportin' a dot com marker bomb

On your metro, Marta order horse
Yo take the and meet a nigga at the butcher
I'm cuttin' your girl, we on a world
Supplyin' 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, thru ya city

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 walkin' on a yellow brick road
These stay red and bloody kid
Case study your code, so you can 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 bigger the pieces in it
You see the pieces in it had me stuck travelin' one of map

Clappin' hands with rap who ain't deserve dap
hauls and livin' out a suitcase man
Chickenheads and of fruitcakes man
Ain't better than explorin' the outskirts
Especially she ain't 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, runnin' thru ya
If you it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' ya city

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

And we got, Jay Dee down
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. down
You know Troy Hightower gettin'
And we got, C. Smith down
And my nigga, Dave West down