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 headed nigga era has triumphed
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A new ever, if you don't know 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 Spock coming live and in color
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We run you

Puffin' mad spliffs, so fuck a
And a nigga, cause niggaz and bitches 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 G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-ha, wild like monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flat
You wuss, you push push in the bush

Well uh, let's a journey to hell 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 jams like Santana, I move like niggaz
Move keys uptown, red and G, so how you like us now?

out, we run N.Y., yeah
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, how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back you took, I take my funk and my religion serious
y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm

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

For the real deez who can dig it
'Cause pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
to mom, big dick boricuas in the back
The of the East coast, funk gangsta pack Buddha
On the rhyme eighty-nine

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

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

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

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

Represents the East, long as the eyes can see
Gimme that funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, beat
I light a blunt for up in sing 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, 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 Timb
I sky walk the like my code name was Luke
From the side, I'm from 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
Come
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On our metaphoric type shit
As we blow your like spliffs

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