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

Let's the warfare

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

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

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

Easy
Shorty up hit the mattress
Have you playin' just like a actress
My tactics leavin' niggas doin' back flips

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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