Luyện nghe bài hát We Run N.Y.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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Ge, yeah, as we a journey to the dark side
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From hell and beyond the knotty nigga era has triumphed
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A new ever, if you don't your bitch ass better
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Axe somebody, 'em up

The G is live and in color
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We run you
The Funk Spock coming live and in color
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We run you

Puffin' mad spliffs, so fuck a
And a nigga, cause niggaz and ain't shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr.
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Is in the house
With a couple of sick patients for your ass
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The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the
(Hoo-ha, wild like monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, bush
You wuss, you can't push in the bush

Well uh, let's take a to hell and beyond
the bomb grows on palms and bags labeled Cheech and Chong
The Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I jams like Santana, I move MC's like niggaz
Move keys uptown, red and Hurricane G, so how you like us

out, we run N.Y., yeah
Watch out, we run N.Y.,
Watch out, we run N.Y.,
out, we run N.Y., yeah

(Hurricane G hit 'em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real crooks
So I holds back what you took, I take my funk and my serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I'm furious

How you motherfuckers, forget about the ultimate funk,bitch nigga
I got your wicked witch a switch motherfucker
Fuck you and your crew, so nigga, is it you wanna do?
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the

For the real trick who can dig it
after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the
The queen of the East coast, funk pack Buddha
On the since eighty-nine

It's all in your but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes N Grind to my rhymes
Now it a nigga who could hang
Or pop yang, about a thang
And uh, fuck any bitch who can't

I'm representin' universal, it go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all with God's blessings, do you see?
and Redman original steel, Latin Queens in the house
So nigga swing it over here on these big fat
(Titties, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

The Funk Spock, blast up on your block
I'm walkin' through the sewer manure on my socks
style, I freaked it when I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like, talkin' now?

Verbally I crush, erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock
And 'cause ruckus, like them L.O.D.
Every verse every I preach

Represents the East, long as the human can see
that funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk beat
I light a blunt for niggaz up in sing
I do it to death, is funk that's fresh

Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt
And I'm hotter, than the in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of and almonds
And I'm as eager, as nigga my shit to dub

'Cause my shit be bangin' the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in boots
I sky walk the planet like my code was Luke
From the dark side, I'm from the dark side walk
I'm above the law like Segall

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Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the side
Come
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On our futuristic type shit
As we blow brains like spliffs

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Dr. Travis is outta
For the you stank bitch
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