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 cash for more guns

start the warfare

Yo, Ty Nitty, Air Force Ones call up my
Got more niggas seeds on sesame
a body on the run
You don't want none, lump

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

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

Easy
straight up hit the mattress
Have you role playin' like a actress
My tactics leavin' niggas stuck back flips

I black out it to the gats
this rap shit, let my niggas shine
Rate my rhymes like a
Swollen bullet wounds, ass niggas

Yo, who's the one to be made example
Nigga, you pop wit the wrong guys this time

My Mobb'll get on top ya, ya
Like a fall guy you fell down

Heard some four pound sound my '86 now
Ten years still hold a firm ground
P thugly
Enter the wit something
For anyone who play gun, what up G?

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

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

You almost got shot but that's aright
I'ma catch ya ass
You fuckin' immigrant for two cent
My Mobb shit you fuckin' Carlton Ave coward
The call for gray skies and gun showers

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

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