Luyện nghe bài hát Make This Run

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

1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is
face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, 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 ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, 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 of these dice
style, ski-mask, no smile
Throw the ace, in the safe, up under the towel

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

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

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

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

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

[La Nakita]
My got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, back, and tally that
When go down, don't expect me to run
forget dun, two guns, is better than one

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

Wit guns, you gon' run nigga, run

And fly nigga, sky nigga, age is my gun
If I fuckin' 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 back so my can come out
Da 5'9"]

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

x2]

[Verse 3 -
Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya kink
Me and my bitch is frozen, to her pink mink
Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart

you blast for me, put up the cash for me
[La Nakita]
Out in the world dodging bullets, become a
I flip and sends shit, bitches appen-dix
For ten bricks shit, furs, and ten whips

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

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

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