Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

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

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

Let's the warfare

Yo, Ty Nitty, Air Ones call up my duns
Got more seeds on sesame buns
Caught a on the run
You don't none, lump some

Exort niggas for they lump sum no
Proceed where that indeed
Havoc laced the track sharp, you bleed

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

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

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

Yo, who's the one to be made example
Nigga, you pop shit wit the wrong 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 later hold a firm ground
Nigga P
the ring wit something
For anyone who wanna gun, what up G?

clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?
Now analyze these cats wit nigga rap
You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit
Got juiced up, now Bishop think he thuggin' it black

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

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

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

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