Luyện nghe bài hát Make This Run

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

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

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

[La Nakita]
Eyes like chips of glass, little wit an unholy light
Ya chances of survival, like a roll of dice
style, ski-mask, no smile
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the

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

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

And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya
So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it

Revenge is that bitch, and she come lesser than
x2] w/ (Pharrel ad-libs)

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

[La Nakita]
My bitches got of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and that
When shit go down, expect me to run
Never dun, two guns, is better than one

Da 5'9"]
Through what I'm 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 keep her, I might die wit her
If you me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher
If I die nigga, slit my so my wings can come out
Da 5'9"]

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

x2]

[Verse 3 -
Fifty karat link-link, mad ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen, to her pink mink
ya eyeballs, you don't 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 and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix
For ten shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips

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

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

Huh, I come dirt, under one-thirty, ya slapped
Ain't gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these
And make dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)
x6]