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

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

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

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

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

For the real trick who can dig it
after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big dick 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 Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now it a nigga who could hang
Or pop yang, about a motherfuckin'
And uh, any bitch who can't hang

I'm bitches 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 Queens in the
So nigga swing it over here on these big fat
(Titties, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

The Funk Doctor Spock, up on your block
I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my
Your style, I it when I was a child
So you talkin' baby talk 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, like L.O.D. motherfuckers
Every verse every word I

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

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

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

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

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