Luyện nghe bài hát If U Run

If you run

[Verse 1: Mike]
Sit high as I ride on
Every like life on line, like life on line
So time I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life on line, my life on line
And life's on line when I write these rhymes
It's no for lyin', no time for lyin'
So allow me to humbly
when I write rhymes I don't write, man I just rhyme
Cause the come out my mind
Defined by divine
And my time, mostly talkin' to myself
When people I'm out my mind, out my mind
Cause it's in my heart, lives my art
Like Joan of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like marked her
My faulter, I didn't alter
When I I see a flyin' saucer
Before I sleep, read the works of
young stripper girl, I [?] her
We make love, then sip on cough
Shouts out to my wife and our
Gifts you get you are gifted
Bold and like Keith Haring
is wack, now crack is back
Cause every time I a word
It's something I'm flippin' on a bird
I got the hood rippin' a pack
And every fien with a and niggas flip, pocket got attacked
That'll send his ass to
And that is a fact, like you Hollywood Africans
That around, don't know how to act
know how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a bitin' nigga went pop, that went pop
You a bitin' nigga that went pop, that went pop
You no Biggie or Pac

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From the era where your pen real
Givin' niggas that feel
to the jungle
Titans of the game, you're small, humble

2: Webbz]
Passion of Christ the passion of Pac
on every ave, every block
Big brother, above
catchin' bodies, leavin' prints, no gloves
Cashin' in on inmate
stay focused, I gotta keep my pen straight
Fuck a federal vacation at State
We got no plane cause we get
Most blind to the of the times
Tryna minds with the lines in my rhymes
Chuck D with a little T
Against all odds, nigga what gon' be?
I'm tryna see Marshall saw
Pray it all 'fore martial law
One to live and the time's steady tickin'
The people want so the nine's steady lickin'
street nigga, heavy kush roller
The a virus like ebola

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[Verse 3: CROOKED]
is what I put my heart in
Livin' life behind bars, no
Go ahead and act then
I've gettin' at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The about to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner pick you up, bitch
I'm livin' like a of virgin twins
to each other, I don't give two fucks
Nah, cause y'all wild as
You rappers sound a pile of shit
Fucked the pile of shit, and gave birth to a pile of shit
You pile of
But I'm the Chief Rocka keep vodka
The heat cocker, rock a proper
The boy colder than a locker
The street chopper, it sound like a boxer
Enemies steppin'
When they meet a weapon, they gon' see their
they see the gates of Heaven, it's 187
Me and DJ EFN, we stay

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