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
{*inhaling and
Beans, Sigel, yeah
Daz Dillinger, Dat Daz, bitches

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

I slide through on ol' outlandish shit
And roll up on some skanless shit
Many try to be I, bang the gang
Screamin our name, the Dogg Gangsta gang
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, getcha guns, dum dum
slugs at the thugs, y'all niggaz don't want
we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz 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 want none

Sigel]
The Gooch is back, the hold up man deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, fruit cat
Niggaz gettin up, plans for loose tracks
When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce (kick in)
You know I'm all the street dollars
Follow your trail and niggaz with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace
They say the streets talk and I ain't hearin a
to the ground got my ear to the curb
Roll with disappear in them burbs
Pop up appear them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst
(Listen) - in words stop talkin
I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you walkin
when the stain leave shit stains off in
your Pampers, get your bag changed often
You niggaz soft and the fifth chains off often
Get your block chalked when the glock start

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 like you
Rude bwoy to walk in these shoes
I ain't impressed off dues with bullshit, I pull quick
And y'all dumb hoes suck - she just a bitch
I hit the switch and out, and wheel out, throw up a (?)
I get shit, get get with it, and so I get out
The smallest of my hustle so I floss off
Pay the cost of the death, watch you die you step
Seven to ten drop when they step
sweat the technique or get chin-checked

Pimpin gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt
Rosco, (??) you bite my shit, it causes 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, suckers like
Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of

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

Roc-A-Fella, Pound nigga!