Luyện nghe bài hát Thru Ya City

We talkin'
Hot times, runnin' ya city
If you it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' ya city

I no thug son, my name is Plug Won
I drop a gem for him and her
Knockin' on radio like the Crash Crew
Ask you want, I'm managin' the funk on the paper

Outside of that we capers for days
throughout the maze of street while we blaze the beat
Watchin' the things wiggle they butt
To Plug Three on the cut, on ya what

Ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin' our to ya position
Rippin' stages with my thought
Carryin' on, eradicate all stress mode
Just episode through these area codes, we bankin' on

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you miss it now, sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya

It's the hotness, talked about but never
Like the Loch-Ness 'til ya cop this, drop it your vein
And like a train, we be throughout your legs and arms
You're off our talent and charm

the caliber, this be a smash
Like some food on for Gallagher
Wear ya bib 'cause it's
Niggaz on my girl as if my name was Jesse
Watch your manners, now let me it off to Dave Banner

Yo, I set travels Karen LaRue
Small in the big city, it's all about gettin' the coins
Everywhere I go I a tenderloin
They sportin' a dot com Viet marker

On your metro, Marta order iron
Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the
I'm your girl, we on a world tour
Supplyin' your bloodstream nothin' but the pure uncut, in ya

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' ya city

Freak, freak, freak, the funk, the funk, the funk, the funk
Funk freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the
Freak, freak the funk, freak, the funk

We walkin' on a yellow brick road
These streets stay red and kid
Case study your code, so you can pass
I stash a little love I'm on the visitation

If you my line, nigga do the same
I'm guaranteed to run through and prove the
bigger than the pieces in it
You see the pieces in it had me travelin' one side of map

Clappin' hands rap cats who ain't deserve dap
Long hauls and livin' out a man
and gangs of fruitcakes man
Ain't better than explorin' the outskirts
Especially when she ain't got no on and it's on

Hot times, runnin' ya city
If you miss it now, sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' ya city

Hot times, runnin' thru ya
If you miss it now, sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya

Yo, it's like, the Mercenary gettin'
And we got, Dave Banner down
And we got, gettin' down
And of course, my nigga Eno gettin'

And we got, Jay Dee gettin'
And of course, the Slum V gettin'
And we got my man Khrist gettin'
And we got, Com Sense down

And we got, N.D. down
You know Hightower gettin' down
And we got, C. Smith down
And my nigga, Dave West gettin'