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 know your bitch ass
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Axe somebody, 'em up

The G is live and in color
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We run you
The Funk Spock 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 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 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
Where the bomb grows on palms and labeled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
Then I jams 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)
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 y'all house niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm

How dare you motherfuckers, forget the ultimate funk,bitch nigga
I got your wicked witch with a switch
you and your crew, so what 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 boricuas in the
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta Buddha
On the rhyme since

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

I'm representin' 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 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 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' angel
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me a cock sucker
And 'cause ruckus, like L.O.D. motherfuckers
verse every word I preach

Represents the East, as the human eyes can see
Gimme that funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, beat
I light a for niggaz up in sing 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 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 the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I sky walk the like my code name was Luke
From the dark side, I'm from the side Pahsky walk
I'm above the law like Steven

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

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