Luyện nghe bài hát We Run N.Y.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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Ge, yeah, as we take a journey to the dark
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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 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, 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 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 take a journey to and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms and bags Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
Then I jams like Santana, I move MC's like niggaz
Move 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)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real crooks
So I holds back you took, I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I'm furious

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

For the trick deez who can dig it
'Cause after pop all that, Hurricane stay fat
to mom, big dick boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, 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, a motherfuckin' thang
And uh, fuck any who can't hang

I'm representin' universal, it go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with 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 through the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style, I it when I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like, talkin' now?

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

Represents the East, as the human eyes can see
that 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 funk that's

Remove 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 wantin' my to dub

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

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

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