Luyện nghe bài hát Run

Aiyo, I jumped the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear
Bugging, only I remember was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is
My is mean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made look easy
The walkie them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, flag the car down
Take me to.. Ghost they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, up, hit the bitch dog
Turned down Hill, the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get on a rock
Run! I seen what to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, destroy
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home with no six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty
Before I let these crackers me in shit
if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, must got word
That I told the chief of Port I don't wanna merge

Run! If you sell in the school zone
Run! If you getting chased with no on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They givin' out life wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is three zip
So, run! Hop fences, jump benches!
When you see me comin' get the out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! got guns! Muthafucka

Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the car
I got five hundred-packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, look like stuffed shells
I'm niggas' throats on the sales, while they puff L's
Don't nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save
They come by one more time, they hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting out
Then I can get rid of the
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dipping that
Uh, on 'em like I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 on me
(Run!) Scared to death, running like I got on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling like Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway
My in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my up, and my pants too
If they don't me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets, jail where I die at
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for to hide at
But too close, and I got this new toast
Imagine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I do

Run! If you sell drugs in the zone
Run! If you getting chased no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They givin' out life wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is three zip
So, run! Hop fences, jump benches!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka