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 Hurricane G is 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, cause niggaz and bitches ain't
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 Hurricane G is the funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-ha, wild like monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flat
You wuss, you can't push in the bush

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

Watch out, we run N.Y.,
out, we run N.Y., yeah
Watch out, we run N.Y.,
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 my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm

How dare you motherfuckers, about the ultimate funk,bitch nigga
I got your wicked witch with a 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 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, funk pack Buddha
On the rhyme eighty-nine

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

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

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

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

Represents the East, long as the eyes can see
Gimme 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 Globetrotters in the
I got a of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds
And I'm as eager, as nigga wantin' my to dub

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