Luyện nghe bài hát In The Long Run

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

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

start the warfare

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

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

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

access
Shorty up hit the mattress
Have you role playin' just a actress
My leavin' niggas stuck doin' back flips

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

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

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

Heard some four pound 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 stop in your tracks, how about
Now analyze these cats wit live rap
You seen strapped, came outside all wit gats
Got juiced up, now think he thuggin' it black pimp

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

You almost got shot but that's aright
I'ma catch ya ass
You fuckin' immigrant [unverified] for two
My Mobb runnin' shit you fuckin' Carlton Ave
The forecast call for gray 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 cash just for guns