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 headed era has triumphed
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A new ever, if you know your bitch ass better
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Axe somebody, 'em up

The Hurricane G is live and in
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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 bitches ain't
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr.
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Is in the house
a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
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The G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-ha, like Shaolin' monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, bush
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 labeled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
I rock jams like Santana, I move MC's like niggaz
Move keys uptown, red and Hurricane G, so how you like us

out, we run N.Y., yeah
Watch out, we run N.Y.,
Watch out, we run N.Y.,
out, we run N.Y., yeah

(Hurricane G hit 'em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took, I take my funk and my serious
y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm

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

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

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

I'm bitches universal, it go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and 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' the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style, I it when I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like, who's now?

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

Represents the East, long as the human can see
that funk, 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 won the wet t-shirt contest
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

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

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

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