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 nigga era has triumphed
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A new ever, if you don't know your bitch ass
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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

mad spliffs, so fuck 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 house
With a couple of sick for your bitch ass
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The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the
(Hoo-ha, wild Shaolin' monks)
Representin', out of Brooklyn, Flat 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 of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I rock jams like Santana, I move MC's niggaz
keys 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.,
out, we run N.Y., yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the East, long as the human 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 contest
And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and
And I'm as eager, as nigga wantin' my to dub

'Cause my be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big in Timb boots
I sky walk the planet like my code 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 dark
Come
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On our metaphoric futuristic shit
As we blow your brains spliffs

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