Luyện nghe bài hát Run

Crack backs heavy on the cash all
At the site we hung tight
Three in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money low in the street yo
Tough times nickels thats than dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid nothin pretty

New be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court oh, shit whats mine
Two to four to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke grams, you luck
Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for
We all slipped through the po-nig nobody

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
Nobody drop the trees or they
on the roof look off the front play low
Watch out for po-po how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and comin' around dippin' the logo
Run if you got somethin' on you son

You best a run, be off the set, on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta it
Slide like a rabbit quick this is it
Hang from the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those
I'm losin' my pants, I in my speed, succeed in my travel
on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my whole
Run! These black that take none
Don't cop out the shit, take the six and you add that shit
Run! If you ever pack a nice gun
Run! If you sell to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Between two cars we park, got sparked
In the dark heads at the six ooh
Spy's lookin' at you one two too
How you roll you stole let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
lust over my crew, forget a curfew

We gather in the plaza to through
Three sixty the crime waves modern day slave
First one to peel, not real
Plant that as a matter of we crack 'em down
Us brown, run fast like you ran track
Never back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and ass
Zig zag till you reach stash

Run! If you drugs to your dun
Run! Be the out word to God run hard

Me and the God to back one eighty five
With the five survive that shit
You just came even though I your face
Even though I seen you rollin' bowlin' in green kid
This will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my jacket get the fuck off, break north
Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block too hot

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee
Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers
Coolin' without the I.D., not me
to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you sell to the dun
Run! If you pack a size gun
Run! If you want to have fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Run run