Luyện nghe bài hát On the Run

I got a job with the mob, G's
Doin some pickups, deliveries and keys
Yeah they got me a flunkie
I'm ridin around with ten kilos inside my G
And I'm holdin the
with a half a dollars right in my motherfuckin face
And I'm tryin to it
But I get tempted to make a motherfuckin run for it
The thought alone me shiver, damn
What if I get caught? They'll me floatin in the Hudson river
But if I escape, be in shape for my life
but they might, get my kid and my
See I'm supposed to a stop
to an spot, run up the block and make another drop
But I got somethin in mind
Cause I'm sick of my motherfuckin ass on the line
I got the and the hit
Went through the Brook nonstop I ain't droppin off shit
Then I of a plan
So I droves to my house and got my and my little man
C'mon bitch, the shit, get ready
"God damn why face all sweaty?"
hurry up and get the shit
I'm a dead man bitch, understand, we split
I the locks on the door
Started packin like I was goin on a world tour
Grabbed my and my gun
C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the run

Now I'm drivin and I'm lookin at my
I'm outta here as my ass hit the airport
I loaded up the
I don't believe this shit, I'm in motherfuckin traffic
I'm nervous as a fuck see
A Lincoln Continental pullin right up me
Puts down my and then I bent low
*gunfire, glass* Bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on
Drew the nine and cocked the and I fired at the bitches back
I take my respect
My bullets italian motherfuckers in the neck
Looked at my a bullet struck her
Put in another clip, I ain't givin up a motherfucker
Niggaz runnin up in
at my car, only missin me by fuckin inches
Stepped on the gas pedal, how bad my bitch is
Shit they only hit her in the arm
Now I'm drivin off sidewalks, makin sharp
My son is catchin heartburns
I got the car shakin
I a turn, and then I dipped my shit into a dark alley
They drove right past, now all this chasin shit is
I'm on the run

The thing I know, it was daylight
And I been sleepin in this all night
I pullin on my hoe
"C'mon man what?" up bitch, we gotta go!
Pulled out the alley, I dipped
down and picked up the nine and put more rounds in the clip
You know I'm headin no doubt
And I don't give a fuck where, as it's a hideout
Finally we crossed the border, I pulled a station
to fill up the tank, and get a drink of
Pullin over to my ride
That's when I this limousine comin up on my left side
Then the sucker rammin me
I looked, it was the Luciano family
Looked at my bitch she cryin, my finger on the trigger
I pulled it -- bullets started
Now I'm hittin all them
I'm em fast, splashin blood out niggaz asses
Then I'm done and
I em all out, but I caught one in the stomach
Now I'm lookin for
So I ran up on the of the car, and hit the driver
And then I low
The only motherfucker was Don Luciano
So I up the sucker
Put my gun to his head, "Whassup now motherfucker?"
He said, "Wait, I to talk"
*five I put his brains on the sidewalk
Another life I had to
He fell on his back, and then I spit right in his face
He saw the barrel of the gun
Now I'm no on the motherfuckin run