Luyện nghe bài hát If U Run

If you run

[Verse 1: Killer
Sit high as I on rhymes
Every line's like life on line, life on line
So every time I sit, rhymes
I write rhymes like life on line, cause my life on
And since life's on line when I write these
It's no time for lyin', no time for
So allow me to chime
That when I write rhymes I don't write, man I just
Cause the rhymes out my mind
Defined by divine
And now's my time, mostly to myself
When people think I'm out my mind, out my
Cause in my heart, there lives my art
Like Joan of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like marked her
My only faulter, I alter
When I leave I see a flyin'
Before I sleep, the works of Chaucer
Pretty stripper girl, I [?] her
We love, then sip on cough syrup
Shouts out to my wife and our
you get when you are gifted
Bold and daring Keith Haring
Crack is wack, now crack is
Cause time I flip a word
It's something I'm flippin' on a bird
I got the whole rippin' a pack
And every fien a rock and niggas flip, pocket got attacked
That'll his ass to cardiac
And that is a fact, stuntin' like you Africans
That walk around, don't how to act
Don't how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a nigga that went pop, that went pop
You just a bitin' nigga that pop, that went pop
You no Biggie or Pac

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From the era your pen game real
Givin' niggas Scorsese feel
to the jungle
Titans of the game, small, remain humble

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

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[Verse 3: KXNG
is what I put my heart in
Livin' life bars, no pardon
Go ahead and act hard
I've been gettin' at 'em Eve was in the garden
The about to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner will pick you up,
I'm livin' a pair of virgin twins
Attached to each other, I give two fucks
Nah, y'all wild as shit
You rappers sound a pile of shit
Fucked the pile of shit, and then gave to a pile of shit
You pile of
But I'm the Chief Rocka that keep
The heat cocker, rock a beat
The boy colder than a meat
The street chopper, it sound like a boxer
stay steppin'
When they a weapon, they gon' see their reverend
When see the gates of Heaven, it's 187
Me and DJ EFN, we reppin'

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