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 headed 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 live and in
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We run you
The Funk Doctor coming live and in color
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We run you

mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
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 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 push in the

Well uh, take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the grows on palms and bags labeled 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 keys uptown, red and Hurricane G, so how you 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 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, 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 kick the for the bitches

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

all in your mind but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes N Grind to my rhymes
Now it a nigga who could hang
Or pop yang, about a thang
And uh, fuck any bitch who hang

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

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

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

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, is funk that's 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 pajamas 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 flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb
I sky the planet like my code name was Luke
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 futuristic shit
As we your brains like spliffs

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