Luyện nghe bài hát Run

Aiyo, I jumped the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The fell, cops is coming
Running through the stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Bugging, only thing I remember was the 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, they was P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick the car down
me to.. Ghost here they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the dog
Turned down Hill, the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get 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 home with no fifty six
Die the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
I let these crackers 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, must got word
That I told the chief of Rich I don't wanna merge

Run! If you sell in the school zone
Run! If you getting with no shoes on
Run! that! Run! Cops 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 get the fuck 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 hundred-packs in my
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while puff L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, everything
I from the O.G.'s to save everything
come by one more 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!) to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs feeling like they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the
My belt's in the crib on the 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
Rather it be the streets, then where I die at
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to at
But too close, and I got this new toast
Imagine if I would of let off a shot or two, you what I gotta do

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