Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

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

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

Let's start the

Yo, Ty Nitty, Air Ones call up my duns
Got more niggas seeds on buns
a body on the run
You want none, lump some

Exort niggas for they lump sum no
Proceed that weed indeed
Havoc laced the track 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 playin' just like a actress
My tactics leavin' stuck doin' back flips

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

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

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

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

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

rap a taste, you get your little head pinched off
Brooklyn touched you, left you for Queens to finish off
Fuck a [unverified] Keith Murray and his whole
Yeah, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that
you come around the corner
No and no witnesses, little to your knowledge

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

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

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