Luyện nghe bài hát Run

Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the
The pound fell, is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells, I hear nothin'
Bugging, only 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
off, made track look easy
The walkie them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to.. Ghost here come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, up, hit the bitch dog
Turned Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get on a rock
Run! I seen what happened to Un, bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, shit, destroy evidence
a case, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty
Before I let these crackers throw me in
Bounce if you a kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, 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 drugs in the zone
Run! If you getting with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They 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 comin' get the out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!

Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the is in the black car
I got five hundred-packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuffed
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while they L's
Don't leave 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 knocked out
I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm with that
Uh, on 'em like I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 on me
(Run!) Scared to death, like 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 crib on the floor by my
Now I'm trying to hold my up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they give me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets, then jail 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 in the school zone
Run! If you chased with 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, jump benches!
When you see me get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka