Luyện nghe bài hát Run

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

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

Yo, uh, it's Task Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got hundred hundred-packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look stuffed shells
I'm niggas' throats on the sales, while they puff L's
leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned the O.G.'s to save everything
They come by one time, they gon' 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 chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em like I got on me
(Run!) that, I got about 5 years on me
(Run!) to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling like they Nike on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a I can't do
it be the streets, then jail where I die at
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm for somewhere 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 drugs in the school zone
Run! If you getting chased with no on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
givin' out life like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
next felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, jump benches!
When you see me get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka