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 the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
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A new ever, if you don't know bitch ass better
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Axe somebody, 'em up

The Hurricane G is and in color
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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 for your bitch ass
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The Hurricane G is the funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-ha, like Shaolin' monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, bush
You wuss, you can't push in the bush

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

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, how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took, I take my and my religion serious
y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm

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

For the real deez who can dig it
'Cause pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, gangsta pack Buddha
On the since eighty-nine

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

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

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

I crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you angel dust
Run of the I'm not, watch me kill a cock sucker
And 'cause ruckus, like L.O.D. motherfuckers
verse every word I preach

Represents the East, long as the eyes can see
Gimme that funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk
I light a for niggaz up in sing sing
I do it to death, style is funk 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 wantin' my shit to dub

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

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

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