Luyện nghe bài hát Make This Run

[Chorus x2 - + (Kelis)
If you my niggaz
I'm saying but, if you love my niggaz
We can make run, for my niggaz
And if you die, hope you'll fly
(Don't worry baby, I'll this money for you)

1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Make me an offer I refuse, pistol is wild
face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, to thump, money is king
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a

My niggaz get off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got to heat ya
It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow and numb some
If you don't the language, then don't speak the gun dun

[La Nakita]
Eyes like black of glass, little wit an unholy light
Ya of survival, like a roll of these dice
Execution style, ski-mask, no
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up the towel

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (La Nakita)
We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya
Speak spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
You ready to kill (No doubt) these is jerks

If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry sweepers

And hit ya more than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
So if ya hit me, get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right

Revenge is that bitch, and she won't lesser than
x2] w/ (Pharrel ad-libs)

Niggaz wanna see me hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt
[Verse 2 -
'Cause I put it out, they dirt
Two German bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts

[La Nakita]
My bitches got mo's of alley cats, wit steel bats
And mo's is stacks, double back, and tally that
shit go down, don't expect me to run
Never dun, two guns, is better than one

Da 5'9"]
Through I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know
This is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta nigga

Wit long guns, you run nigga, run

And fly nigga, sky nigga, age is my gun
If I fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly
If I die nigga, slit my back so my can come out
Da 5'9"]

I it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz
Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my
What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and on the dot

x2]

[Verse 3 -
Fifty link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink
Freeze ya eyeballs, you want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart

you blast for me, put up the cash for me
[La Femme
Out in the dodging bullets, become a casualty
I flip and shit, through bitches appen-dix
For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten

I that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at advance
Million deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing

Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice
no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform
[La Nakita]
And hide into courage, but blows be malnourished
Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass
Extra, you surplus
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Royce + Pharrell + La Nakita)

Huh, I dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
even gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get moneys
And make niggaz beloved (I love my niggaz)
x6]