Luyện nghe bài hát Best Run

Gangsta shit, I'ma you how the gangsters do it
Word to mother, Kurupt Young
Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this
{*inhaling and
Beans, Sigel, yeah
Daz Dillinger, Dat Daz, bitches

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

I slide on some ol' outlandish shit
And roll up anybody on some shit
Many try to be I, bang the gang
Screamin our name, the Pound Gangsta gang
They call me Young Rosco, and ho-stile
If it ain't on D's, then I can't even yo
I'm so caught up in the streets I to lie low
And I'm runnin out of sheets, to weed I blow

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

[Beanie
The is back, the hold up man with deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you're 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 street
Follow your trail and blaze niggaz +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace
They say the streets talk and I ain't a word
Feet to the ground got my ear to the
Roll with niggaz disappear in burbs
Pop up with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst
(Listen) - in other words stop
I slim up your legs, up your hands, nigga you stop walkin
when the fifth stain leave shit off in
your Pampers, get your shit bag changed
You niggaz and the fifth lift chains off often
Get your block chalked when the glock start

Who wanna get 'em up? let's get 'em up
Why the fuck act like you know, and so we did 'em up
When the uz' I serve crews, act like you know
Rude tryin to walk in these shoes
I ain't off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick
And y'all dumb hoes suck - she just a bitch
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 of my hustle so I floss off bones
Pay the cost of the death, you die when you step
Seven to ten niggaz when they step
Don't the technique or get chin-checked

Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and
Rosco, (??) you can't bite my shit, it causes
My rhymes is designed, tobasco
I'm dippin, rollin, the way the (?) bowl
D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C.
controllin, foldin, like envelopes
Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of

Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the at
Sigel came to roll through and us out
So what's wrong that? Nigga, ha? Yeah
Daz Dillinger, yo, the
Shootin niggaz down cause it's
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 bitches when I see a bitch and a bitch
And get treated like bitches..

Roc-A-Fella, Dogg nigga!