Luyện nghe bài hát If U Run

If you run

[Verse 1: Mike]
Sit high as I on rhymes
Every line's like on line, like life on line
So every time I sit, rhymes
I rhymes like life on line, cause my life on line
And since life's on line when I write rhymes
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
Cause the come out my mind
by divine design
And now's my time, talkin' to myself
When people 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
Before I sleep, read the works of
Pretty young girl, I [?] her
We love, then 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 crack is
every time I flip a word
It's something like I'm on a bird
I got the whole rippin' a pack
And fien with a rock and niggas flip, pocket got attacked
That'll his ass to cardiac
And that is a fact, stuntin' you Hollywood Africans
That walk around, know how to act
know how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that pop
You just a bitin' nigga went pop, that went pop
You no Biggie or Pac

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

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

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[Verse 3: CROOKED]
is what I put my heart in
Livin' behind bars, no pardon
Go and act hard then
been gettin' at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The about to hit you up
Split you up, the will pick you up, bitch
I'm like a pair of virgin twins
Attached to each other, I give two fucks
Nah, cause y'all as shit
You rappers like a pile of shit
Fucked the pile of shit, and then gave birth to a pile of
You of shit
But I'm the Chief Rocka keep vodka
The heat cocker, rock a proper
The boy than a meat locker
The street chopper, it like a beat boxer
Enemies stay
they meet a weapon, they gon' see their reverend
When they see the gates of Heaven, 187
Me and DJ EFN, we reppin'

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