Luyện nghe bài hát We Run N.Y.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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Ge, yeah, as we take a journey to the dark
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From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has
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A new ever, if you know your bitch ass better
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Axe somebody, 'em up

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

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

Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and
Where the bomb grows on and bags labeled Cheech and Chong
The Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I rock 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.,
out, we run N.Y., yeah
Watch out, we run N.Y.,

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

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

For the trick deez 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 rhyme eighty-nine

all in your mind but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now it ain't a who could hang
Or pop yang, about a motherfuckin'
And uh, any bitch who can't hang

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

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

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

Represents the East, long as the eyes can see
Gimme funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk beat
I a blunt for niggaz up in sing sing
I do it to death, style is funk fresh

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

'Cause my shit be bangin' like the and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb
I sky walk the planet like my code name was
From the dark side, I'm from the side Pahsky walk
I'm above the law like Steven

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Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the side
travel
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On our metaphoric futuristic type
As we blow your brains spliffs

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Dr. Travis is outta
For the nine-fo' you bitch
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