Luyện nghe bài hát Run

Aiyo, I from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, is coming
through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Bugging, thing I remember was the bullshit summons
So I at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is falling
My is mean, clean when I vanished off
off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick the car down
me to.. Ghost here they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, up, hit the bitch dog
Turned down Hill, light the spliff
Run! I not get bagged on a rock
Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home with no six
Die with the heart of and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in
if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, cocksuckers got nerve
I was killing shit, they 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 with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They out life like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
When you see me get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka

Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the is in the black car
I got five hundred in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like 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
They come by one more time, they hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting out
I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em like I got on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 on me
(Run!) Scared to death, running I got bears on me
(Run!) My start feeling like they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, like I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the by my two-way
Now I'm trying to my hammer 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 they too close, and I got this new
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 no shoes 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, over benches!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka