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 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 Doctor Spock coming and in color
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We run you

mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
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 can't push in the bush

Well uh, take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb on palms and bags labeled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
Then I rock jams 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)
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 your crew, so what nigga, is it you do?
In ninety-fo' I the wicked for the bitches

For the real deez who can dig it
after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack
On the since eighty-nine

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

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

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

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

the East, long as the human eyes can see
Gimme 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 fresh

Remove your vest, you just won the wet contest
And I'm hotter, than the 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 the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I sky walk the planet like my name was Luke
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
travel
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On our metaphoric futuristic shit
As we your brains like spliffs

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Dr. Travis is here
For the you stank bitch
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