Luyện nghe bài hát 151 Rum

Run, Nicky, run
Run, nigga, run
Jump, nigga,
Come they come, run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, in the trunk
My go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
151 rum and a blunt,
young nigga numb, numb, and he got a little gun
A little killer really doin' it for fun,
give him a bit and he'll get a nigga done

Son of a god, son of a
Son of a and man, son of a son
And then sunk in abyss, a plant
Please with a strip
Cover my back, mad
Please come the bliss
at the stash, J.I.D like a magician
Fuck that, this some ass shit
I paid blood for
cheese from the government
Cereal boxes, put the in it
Hand me down my brother brother shit
compare me to no other other niggas
In the city, boy they say they fucking you
Heebie jeebie, a bit disgusting but I get it
I'm full attention, full of spirit but full of
next to Lil Tight when that bullet hit him
Shit, I him
I wish that that bullet missed him, but it
And I been living with it like a sickness
Intimate, rhymes, give me the baton
A ticking, ticking time bomb, the finish line
alive, look in my eyes
Look at you tryin'
And you dumb, better run run cause we fryin' em
Eastside, where ya from, from wildin'
So be silent before my niggas creep silent street knowledge
Complete nonsense, comments, online, all lies
We see violence in my eyes
They killing my niggas, die, die
Pull up with the fire get 'em its eye for an eye
If we gotta ride, it nigga ride for the ride of ya life
Diabolical minds, I don't it, I like it, I like it, I love it
I fuck wit you, you a thug, I'mma with you
We can knuck, we can if a nigga fuck with you
I got love for you out the mud you, off the muscle

Run Nicky, run, run nigga, run, nigga, jump
Come they come run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, in the trunk
My city go dumb, dumb, dumb,
151 rum and a blunt,
young nigga numb, numb, and he got a little gun
A bitty killer really doin' it for
fun, him a little bit and he'll get a nigga