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 your bitch 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 Doctor coming live and in color
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We run you

mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
And a nigga, cause and bitches ain't shit
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, like Shaolin' monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, bush
You wuss, you can't push in the bush

Well uh, take a journey to hell 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 like niggaz
Move keys uptown, red and Hurricane G, so how you 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)
the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took, I take my and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I'm furious

How dare you motherfuckers, forget about the ultimate funk,bitch
I got your wicked 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 trick deez who can dig it
'Cause after pop all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, gangsta pack Buddha
On the since eighty-nine

all in your mind but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now it ain't a who could hang
Or pop yang, about a thang
And uh, any bitch 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?
and Redman original steel, Latin Queens in the house
So nigga swing it over here on these big fat
(Titties, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

The Doctor Spock, blast up on your block
I'm walkin' through the sewer with on my socks
style, I freaked it when I was a child
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 word I preach

Represents the East, long as the human 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 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 of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds
And I'm as eager, as nigga my shit to dub

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

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