Luyện nghe bài hát Run

Aiyo, I from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The fell, cops is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear
Bugging, only thing I 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 track easy
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, 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
down Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get on a rock
Run! I what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and fifty licks
Before I let these throw me in shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they got word
That I the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge

Run! If you drugs in the school zone
Run! If you getting chased no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They givin' out 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! Fuck that! Run! got guns! Muthafucka

Yo, uh, Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred hundred-packs in my
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like shells
I'm cutting throats on the sales, while they puff L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave
I learned from the O.G.'s to save
come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting out
I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped 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 like I got on me
(Run!) My start feeling like they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) hard 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 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 they too close, and I got new toast
if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta 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 like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
next felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
When you see me comin' get the out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka