Luyện nghe bài hát If U Run

If you run

[Verse 1: Killer
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 since life's on line when I write these
no time for lyin', no time for lyin'
So me to humbly chime
That I write rhymes I don't write, man I just rhyme
the rhymes come out my mind
Defined by divine
And now's my time, talkin' to myself
When think 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 they her
My only faulter, I alter
When I I see a flyin' saucer
I sleep, read the works of Chaucer
Pretty stripper girl, I [?] her
We make love, sip on cough syrup
out to my wife and our mistress
Gifts you get when you are
Bold and daring like Haring
Crack is wack, now is back
every time I flip a word
It's like I'm flippin' on a bird
I got the whole hood a pack
And every fien with a rock and niggas flip, got attacked
send his ass to cardiac
And is a fact, stuntin' like you Hollywood Africans
That walk around, know how to act
Don't how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a bitin' nigga that went pop, went pop
You just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that pop
You ain't no or Pac

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From the era where your pen game
Givin' niggas that feel
Welcome to the
of the game, you're small, remain humble

[Verse 2:
of Christ with the passion of Pac
Surveillance on every ave, every
Big brother, hoverin'
Kids catchin' bodies, prints, no gloves
Cashin' in on every
Tryna stay focused, I gotta my pen straight
a federal vacation at Penn State
We got no cause we get weight
Most blind to the signs of the
Tryna minds with the lines in my rhymes
D with a little Pusha T
Against all odds, nigga what it's be?
I'm see what Marshall saw
it all happen 'fore martial law
One life to and the time's steady tickin'
The people want more so the nine's lickin'
Educated street nigga, heavy kush
The a virus like ebola

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[Verse 3: KXNG
This is I put my heart in
Livin' behind bars, no pardon
Go and act hard then
I've been gettin' at 'em Eve was in the garden
The about to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner will you up, bitch
I'm livin' like a of virgin twins
Attached to each other, I 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 that vodka
The heat cocker, rock a proper
The boy colder than a meat
The street chopper, it like a beat boxer
Enemies steppin'
When they meet a weapon, gon' see their reverend
When they see the gates of Heaven, 187
Me and DJ EFN, we stay

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