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, thru ya city

I ain't no thug son, my name is 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

Outside of that we capers for days
Ridin' throughout the maze of street while we blaze the
Watchin' the things wiggle they butt
To Plug 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 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, runnin' thru ya

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

Check the caliber, be a smash
Like some food on stage for
ya bib 'cause 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 like Karen LaRue
Small talkin' in the big city, it's all about gettin' the
Everywhere I go I touch a
They sportin' a dot com Viet marker

On your metro, Marta iron horse
Yo the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher
I'm cuttin' your girl, we on a tour
Supplyin' your bloodstream with 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' 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, the funk, freak, freak the funk

We ain't 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, do the same
I'm to run through and prove the game
Ain't bigger than the in it
You see the pieces in it had me stuck travelin' one 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 she ain't got no pantyhose on and it's on

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

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

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

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

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