Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

Yo, yo, enta,
Enta,

the synical lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I spit flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic
Thug therapist my clan's too
My slang bang to wax, that's visual
Too digital for common street criminals
Who wanna test, lick the sweat from my genitals?
We can get off the mic, and get a physical

I was a rock, since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swords behold the prolifical
writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on
I speak dope, hit man for hire
I quote murderous notes dope rhyme
Hang on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop till I retire

When it to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower
Blow your section eight home to pay phone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for the
I water, I ride the wale ate, Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black cape
You woke up four wit a makeover
Packin' a punch asthma pump
My crew boards, and the whole lays over

Yo, yo you can't talk wit the tape
the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to your Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the shoulder
Enemies say, "Doc the one to closer"
This baboon loose off the choker
Hardcore, Jacore, I poker
But y'all spread my bullet's daytona

Comin', through duck
Run 4
Comin', comin' through
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Comin', comin' duck
Run 4
Comin', through duck
Run 4

Comin', through duck
Run 4
Comin', comin' through
Run 4
Comin', comin' through
Run 4
Comin', comin' through
Run 4

Yo, ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip-hop
through your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred thousand watts on some
I blackout eclipse wit the semi a full clip, clap out
Touch one if any, my complexin' conquest
Now tell shit to the court, I plead no contest
From none of y'all,

I train pussy ass rugrat for free
the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, on ya left
Mista who Meth, black beatin' on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest makin' all them
Here's a chin check cash and splash niggas in half
rappers like hash, soke 'em down to ashes
At last it's the crew that party the masses
wildin' out like special ed classes

Straight out the gate, Tony
Don of all dons, behind New York Tut wit one arm
Been at last cinnamon toast wit power rose
dirty dustin' my bitch, fuck Parole
Peace shout he's Timb's, wild out
We in the spot go off though
Came out his mask it was Ollie
Oh shit, what up up Ghost
Congratulations on your new
Burn it who max the most

Word up you got the Clarks
Brave hearts spin
For come down in the pale he need minutes
y'all before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack
Statues of Mary, gas that mercury
Sit through the biggest and hand out turkey

the way I like it
Pussy ass rusty ass
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