Luyện nghe bài hát Best Run

Gangsta shit, show you how the gangsters do it
to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti
Excuse me for a while I blow, on this bomb
{*inhaling and
Beans, Beanie Sigel,
Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz,

I gotta bit of somethin that you'll never understand
With double deuce, double up, hammer in hand
Got so different advances, different chances
lead to circumstances, enhancements
Calibers, mental mind gallagher,
Hit like hammers hit nails
I'm Apocalypse 6000, I remember hoe
Bitch don't you owe me I'm countin(?) to ten

I slide on some ol' outlandish shit
And up anybody on some skanless shit
Many try to be I, wanna the gang
Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta
call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile
If it ain't on D's, I can't even ride yo
I'm so up in the streets I need to lie low
And I'm out of sheets, to weed that I blow

Best run, guns, spittin dum dum
slugs at the thugs, y'all niggaz don't want
Here we come, run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all don't want none
Here we come, run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't none
we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, niggaz don't want none

[Beanie
The Gooch is back, the up man with deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, fruit cat
gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks
When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) scraps (kick in)
You know I'm all about the dollars
Follow your trail and blaze niggaz +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace
They say the streets talk and I hearin a word
Feet to the ground got my ear to the
Roll niggaz disappear in them burbs
Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness you for worst
(Listen) - in other words stop
I slim up legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin
when the fifth leave shit stains off in
your Pampers, get your shit bag often
You niggaz soft and the fifth chains off often
Get your block chalked when the glock barkin

Who get 'em up? Nigga let's get 'em up
Why the they act like you know, and so we did 'em up
When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act you know
Rude tryin to walk in these shoes
I ain't impressed off dues with bullshit, I pull quick
And y'all dumb hoes suck dick - she just a
I hit the and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?)
I get shit, get get done it, and so I get out
The smallest of my hustle so I off bones
Pay the cost of the death, watch you die you step
Seven to ten niggaz when they step
Don't the technique or get chin-checked

Pimpin never a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt
Rosco, (??) you bite my shit, it causes fiascoes
My rhymes is designed, tobasco
I'm dippin, rollin, the way the (?) bowl
D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C.
controllin, foldin, suckers envelopes
Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of

Dogg Pound Gangstaville, the gangsters at
Sigel to roll through and smoke us out
So what's with that? Nigga, ha? Yeah
Daz Dillinger, yo, the
Shootin niggaz down it's nuttin
The nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy
Yo, Young Gotti, ha?
You know that nigga, one nigga, set it off on ya
Pleezbelieveit ya
I know when I see a bitch and youse a bitch
And bitches get like bitches..

Roc-A-Fella, Pound nigga!