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 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 Doctor 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 ain't shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr.
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Is in the motherfuckin'
With a couple of sick patients for bitch ass
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The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the
(Hoo-ha, like Shaolin' monks)
Representin', out of Brooklyn, Flat bush
You wuss, you can't push in the bush

Well uh, take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the grows on palms and bags labeled Cheech and Chong
The Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I jams like Santana, I move MC's like niggaz
Move keys uptown, red and 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 funk and my religion
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I'm furious

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

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

It's all in your mind but what's yours is
Your dough and hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now it ain't a nigga who hang
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 it over here on these big fat tits
(Titties, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

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

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

Represents the East, long as the eyes can see
Gimme that funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, beat
I a blunt for niggaz up in sing sing
I do it to death, style is funk fresh

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

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

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