Luyện nghe bài hát Run

Aiyo, I from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear
Bugging, only thing I was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, is falling
My pockets is mean, when I vanished off
Took off, track look easy
The walkie talkies D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car
Take me to.. Ghost they come now!
Errr! off quick, back 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, shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home no fifty six
Die with the of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you a kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they got word
That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't merge

Run! If you sell drugs in the school
Run! If you getting chased with no on
Run! that! Run! Cops got, guns!
givin' out life like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is like 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 Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the car
I got five hundred-packs in my backyard
twelve-twelve's, that look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, they puff L's
leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to everything
come by one more 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 copped this pretty 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!) Scared to death, running I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling like they Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to down, it's like I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm to hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' me a number I can't do
it be the streets, then 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 or two, you know what I gotta do

Run! If you sell drugs in the school
Run! If you getting with 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 like zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! got guns! Muthafucka