Luyện nghe bài hát Ccc Runnin The Game

(*talking*)
Rasaq on the yeah yeah
Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Changin' Click-clack
go mayn, uh, uh

I got black dudes feeling me
Cause my hand light up in the sky, the Statue of Liberty
A tattooed celebrity, but I keep the
That go blacka, I push through your memory
Half of my enemies, see
Me and my bro shot down, like a family of
Ask who as real as me, the C.C.C.
You should see, how them yella's be
When see the car, nicely dropped
With the paint job, that like a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she like
hips, with the tiny top
You could find me propped, in a grimy
Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is
Your body tripping, trying to find the clot
Mommy start tripping, trying to find the
She wanna my knots
But all she get is nut, behind my crotch
Mommy stop, Rasaq
When she see the O's and commas,
Coming out those pajamas, you this mama
And I'm a camera, focused on her
By the end of the night, be poking on her
Cause I she wanna
Niggas think they this man

Don't get me started, y'all know who the
Doing thang, but regardless baby
Color Click, is the name
That's running the
Get it in your brain nigga, Color
Mmmmmm, running the
Get it in brain nigga, Color Change
Mmmmmm, we the game

Let me you a couple reasons, we running the game
It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, that name
I spit and flammable, you can ignite that mayn
Tired of these cats, and pretend to be raps
First they pretend to be this, then pretend to be
No you lying falsifying, when can we see
Your raps would be phat, as as you pretend to be wack
That, would be a closer to the truth
I'ma puke if your group, get any closer to the
It's an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a
Cause the air in my braided hair, I'm opening the Coupe
on the dream team now, him a winner
Anybody got any for him, I'm finna
Slam your face my rim, and spin the spinner
So you can tell your friends, you had rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the heck is for
A balling metaphor, or go getting for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the drawers
If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better
Boy, any nigga that got
you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mention
Did I mention, you don't my attention
you like Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
Let's see the ambulance, do for you
if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two footer
Little naw lady, every thought's too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the in the cartoon cover
Got paper, longer than arm
Just look how the boy flosses, hating that boy
His fist your face, to your jaw
It's as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just haunt it

This is for the down South Dirty, swangas
My niggas, my Southside whoa
I on the scene, with a mouth full of golds
I slide on the block, like I'm fresh off
Not Destiny's Child, but call me Rowland
Bright red top, and them is rolling
And my is holding, the metal he toting
So fellas, don't provoke him
Dolla bills folding, chicks wanna hold
Homegirl stop fronting, and show something
For all my niggas,
Two step around the club, like you throwed dro
Oh, them don't trouble me though
Cause year, I'm bout to make double the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, they the flow
Open the do' they come in and go, oh loving us so
Maybe cause tattoo's, maybe
Cause we up black dudes, maybe cause we rap too
And flash jewels, where shades the light coming at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga
Why you think, they me Rasaq
I got Rasaq's on the chain, and Rasaq's on the
Coming down the block, think it's the cops
Cause the turn red, and blue on the top
When niggas point the at you, it goes pop
Acres Home's dead at you, we stop
It's Houston a hot town, we got it on
the c.d. drop, it's already on the block
And them girls, on the jock
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas drop
Looking shocked, my raps thoed my is hot
I'm weather I spit, hooks or not
I took the block, around the world and
I took homegirl, around the and back
Yeah nigga, the is back
And I ain't talking herb or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps
But I still, love thick girls
in a bun, rocked up in a thick swirl
Stay down with me, we to get rich girl
If you picture fit girl, damn I really girl
I her on the curb, with her lip curled
Her wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt
Seat to fuck her up, pick her up
The seats love her butt, she think I love her butt
I'm too gutter, for
I'm in a Coupe counting up, man

(*talking*)
Rasaq on the nigga, uh
Ghetto Sta-uh, Status niggas
Ok, wanna play, down South gutter