Luyện nghe bài hát Best Run

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

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

I through on some ol' outlandish shit
And roll up anybody on some shit
try to be I, wanna bang the gang
Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta
They me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile
If it ain't on D's, then I even ride yo
I'm so caught up in the I need to lie low
And I'm runnin out of sheets, to that I blow

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

Sigel]
The Gooch is back, the hold up man deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You up fan, you're fruit cat
Niggaz swoll up, plans for loose tracks
When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce (kick in)
You know I'm all about the street
Follow your and blaze niggaz with +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 niggaz disappear in them 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 shit stains off in
your Pampers, get your shit bag changed
You niggaz soft and the fifth lift off often
Get your block chalked when the start barkin

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

Pimpin never gave a fuck, Daz and Kurupt
Rosco, (??) you can't bite my shit, it 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 like
Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of

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

Roc-A-Fella, Dogg nigga!