Luyện nghe bài hát We Run N.Y.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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Ge, yeah, as we take a 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 know your 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 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 bitches ain't
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr.
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Is in the house
a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
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The Hurricane G is the funk, pop the trunk
(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 journey to and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms and bags 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 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, how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back you took, I take my funk and my religion serious
y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm

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

For the real deez who can dig it
'Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane fat
Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the
The queen of the coast, funk gangsta pack Buddha
On the rhyme since

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

I'm representin' bitches universal, it go, one for the biz, on the
Which y'all blesses God's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and 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 with manure on my
Your style, I freaked it I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like, who's now?

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

Represents the East, long as the human can see
Gimme that funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk
I a blunt for niggaz up in sing 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 Globetrotters in the
I got a pair of pajamas made out of and almonds
And I'm as eager, as wantin' my shit to dub

'Cause my shit be bangin' like the Crips and
Troop, I flew the like Big Bird in Timb boots
I sky walk the like my code 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 dark
travel
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On our futuristic type shit
As we blow brains like spliffs

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Dr. Travis is here
For the you stank bitch
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