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 the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
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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 coming live and in color
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We run you

Puffin' mad spliffs, so a bitch
And a nigga, cause niggaz and 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, wild 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 and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms and bags labeled and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an and bandanna
Then I rock like Santana, I move MC's like niggaz
keys uptown, red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now?

Watch out, we run N.Y.,
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, taught how to trick by the real crooks
So I holds what you took, I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I'm furious

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

For the trick deez who can dig it
after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, funk pack Buddha
On the rhyme since

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

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

I crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin' 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 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, style is funk that's

Remove your vest, you just won the wet contest
And I'm hotter, the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of made out of ganjah and almonds
And I'm as eager, as nigga wantin' my to dub

my shit be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in boots
I sky walk the planet like my code name was
From the dark side, I'm from the dark side walk
I'm above the law like Steven

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Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the side
Come
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On our futuristic type shit
As we blow your like spliffs

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Dr. Travis is here
For the you stank bitch
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