Luyện nghe bài hát Ha (Jay-Z Remix)

You run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for it up, ha
Them 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your straight ha, before it's too late ha

You your Momma livin' good ha
Move your out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby seventy off the hook, ha
Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck him
he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause done, ha
For the tongue, ha

You got a hole, ha
You got for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ha
One that somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on
Remainin' a G, until the you expire
You what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, the moment you expire
You know what it is to make out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and

We got this locked, ha
Cash Money can't be ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, blunts, ha
You be lovin' gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far billionaires, ha
Got broads everywhere, ha

You 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop,
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your on fire
Remainin' a G, until the you expire
You know what it is to nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got block on fire
a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to nothin' out of somethin'
You handle biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of bitch, ha
You I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight her ha

You know my number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, and Hummers, ha
You you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't ha, you love you hoe
But she wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' in '99, ha
You know fo' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on
a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you
You know what it is to make nothin' out of
You handle biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin'
You run for it, run for it, run
You in the and my people pullin' guns
You run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga
Play Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we march, nigga step