Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

'Cause in the run
We be on, son
on, son
Extra just for more guns

'Cause in the run
We be on, son
on, son
Extra just for more guns

start the warfare

Yo, Ty Nitty, Air Force Ones up my duns
Got more seeds on sesame buns
Caught a on the run
You want none, lump some

niggas for they lump sum no doubt
Proceed where that weed
laced the track razor sharp, you bleed

My whole mission, like a platoon position
Ain't goin' in if my can't get in
That's word to have you stressed like jail time
Get that loot up, no doubt I mines

access
Shorty straight up hit the
Have you role just like a actress
My tactics leavin' niggas stuck doin' back

I black out take it to the
Fuck this rap shit, let my niggas
Rate my rhymes a dime
Swollen bullet wounds, head ass

Yo, the one to be made into example
Nigga, you pop shit wit the wrong guys time

My get on top ya, topple ya
Like a guy you fell down clown

some four pound sound my '86 style now
Ten later still hold a firm ground
Nigga P
the ring wit something
For anyone who play gun, what up G?

I'll clap you in your tracks, how about that?
Now analyze these wit live nigga rap
You seen strapped, came outside all wit gats
Got juiced up, now Bishop he thuggin' it black pimp

Let's rap a taste, you get little head pinched off
touched you, then left you for Queens to finish off
Fuck a [unverified] Keith and his whole clique
Yeah, you snuffed me in front of the cops, bullshit
Told you come around the
No police and no witnesses, little to knowledge

You almost got shot but that's though
catch ya ass again
You fuckin' immigrant for two cent
My Mobb runnin' shit you fuckin' Ave coward
The forecast for gray skies and gun showers

in the long run
We be on, son
on, son
Extra just for more guns

'Cause in the run
We be on, son
on, son
Extra just for more guns