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 the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
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A new ever, if you don't know your 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

mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
And a nigga, niggaz and bitches ain't shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr.
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Is in the motherfuckin'
With a couple of patients for your bitch ass
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The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the
(Hoo-ha, wild like monks)
Representin', out of Brooklyn, Flat bush
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 bags 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 uptown, red and Hurricane 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 what you took, I take my and my religion serious
y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm

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

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

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

I'm representin' bitches universal, it go, one for the biz, on the
Which blesses with God's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and original steel, Latin Queens in the house
So nigga swing it 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 with manure 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
your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock
And ruckus, like them 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 for niggaz up in sing 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, the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and
And I'm as eager, as nigga my shit to dub

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

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Ha, ha, ha, ha, we you to the dark side
Come
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On our metaphoric futuristic type
As we blow brains like spliffs

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Dr. Travis is outta
For the you stank bitch
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