Luyện nghe bài hát Best Run

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

I gotta little bit of somethin you'll never understand
that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand
Got so many advances, different chances
lead to circumstances, enhancements
Calibers, mental mind gallagher,
Hit niggaz hammers hit nails
I'm Apocalypse 6000, I remember hoe
Bitch you owe me 6000? I'm countin(?) to ten

I slide through on some ol' shit
And roll up on some skanless shit
try to be I, wanna bang the gang
Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound gang
They call me Rosco, young and ho-stile
If it ain't on D's, then I can't ride 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, getcha guns, 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 don't none
Here we come, run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't want
Here we come, best run, dum dum
slugs at you thugs, niggaz don't want none

[Beanie
The Gooch is back, the hold up man deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You up fan, you're fruit cat
Niggaz gettin swoll up, plans for loose
I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (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 hearin a word
Feet to the got my ear to the curb
Roll with niggaz disappear in them
Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness you for worst
(Listen) - in other stop talkin
I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop
when the fifth leave shit stains off in
Pampers, get your shit bag changed often
You niggaz soft and the fifth lift off often
Get your block chalked the glock start barkin

Who wanna get 'em up? Nigga get 'em up
Why the fuck 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 a bitch
I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, up a (?)
I get shit, get get done it, and so I get out
The smallest of my so I floss off bones
Pay the cost of the death, you die when you step
Seven to ten niggaz drop when they
Don't sweat the technique or get

Pimpin gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt
Rosco, (??) you can't bite my shit, it fiascoes
My rhymes is designed, tobasco
I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the (?)
D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C.
controllin, foldin, like envelopes
Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a of smoke

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

Roc-A-Fella, Dogg nigga!