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 make this for you)

[Verse 1 - Da 5'9"]
Make me an offer I can't refuse, is wild
face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is
Wit my lap on the throne a cat, runnin' a scheme

My niggaz get high off the reefer, and 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 know the language, then don't speak the gun dun

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

Da 5'9"] + (La Femme Nakita)
We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya
Speak when spoke up, stay away 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, street 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 lying hurt, stain my Hawaiian shirt
[Verse 2 -
'Cause I put it out, they dirt
Two German bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
Rude and twins, and all rock is iron skirts

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

Da 5'9"]
Through what I'm standing in of you holding, niggaz know
This money is golden, low and behold, blowing
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 fuckin' her, I die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out, that's a fly stitcher
If I die nigga, my back 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 diamonds to watch, frukit
Dog, let me a nigga eyeing my watch
I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot

x2]

[Verse 3 -
Fifty link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink
ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS attack

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

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

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

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