Luyện nghe bài hát If U Run

If you run

[Verse 1: Mike]
Sit high as I ride on
Every line's like on line, like life on line
So every time I sit, write
I write rhymes life on line, cause my life on line
And since life's on line I write these rhymes
It's no for lyin', no time for lyin'
So allow me to humbly
That when I write rhymes I write, man I just rhyme
Cause the rhymes come out my
Defined by divine
And now's my time, mostly to myself
When think I'm out my mind, out my mind
Cause in my heart, there lives my art
Like Joan of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like they her
My only faulter, I didn't
When I I see a flyin' saucer
I sleep, read the works of Chaucer
Pretty young 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 like Keith Haring
Crack is wack, now is back
Cause time I flip a word
It's something like I'm flippin' on a
I got the whole hood rippin' a
And every fien with a and niggas flip, pocket got attacked
send his ass to cardiac
And that is a fact, stuntin' you Hollywood Africans
That walk around, don't how to act
Don't how to act
Michel Basquiat, you are not
Just a bitin' nigga went pop, that went pop
You just a bitin' that went pop, that went pop
You no Biggie or Pac

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From the era where pen game real
niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the
Titans of the game, you're small, humble

2: Webbz]
Passion of Christ with the of Pac
on every ave, every block
Big brother, above
catchin' bodies, leavin' prints, no gloves
Cashin' in on every
Tryna stay focused, I keep my pen straight
Fuck a federal vacation at Penn
We got no plane we get weight
blind to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds with the in my rhymes
Chuck D a little Pusha T
Against all odds, what it's gon' be?
I'm tryna see what saw
Pray it all happen martial law
One life to and the time's steady tickin'
The want more so the nine's steady lickin'
Educated 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 hard
I've been at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The flow to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner pick you up, bitch
I'm livin' a pair of virgin twins
Attached to each other, I give two fucks
Nah, cause wild as shit
You sound like 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, a beat proper
The boy colder a meat locker
The street chopper, it sound like a beat
Enemies stay
When they meet a weapon, they gon' see reverend
When see the gates of Heaven, it's 187
Me and DJ EFN, we stay

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