Luyện nghe bài hát Best Run

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

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

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

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

Sigel]
The Gooch is back, the hold up man deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you're cat
Niggaz swoll up, plans for loose tracks
When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) scraps (kick in)
You know I'm all the street dollars
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 with niggaz in them burbs
Pop up appear them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst
(Listen) - in words stop talkin
I slim up your legs, up your hands, nigga you stop walkin
when the fifth stain leave shit off in
your Pampers, get shit bag changed often
You soft and the fifth lift chains off often
Get your block chalked the glock 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 tryin to walk in these shoes
I ain't impressed off dues with bullshit, I pull quick
And y'all dumb hoes dick - she just a bitch
I hit the switch and 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 floss off
Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you
to ten niggaz drop when they step
Don't sweat the or get chin-checked

Pimpin never a fuck, Sigel 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 envelopes
Rollin on hundred spokes, on a pound of smoke

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

Roc-A-Fella, Dogg nigga!