Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

Yo, yo, enta,
Enta,

It's the synical rap individual
On my death bed I spit sick 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, words that's
Too digital for y'all common street
Who come test, lick the sweat from my genitals?
We can get off the mic, and get a little

I was a rock, since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize
wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized dope, hit man for
I quote murderous dope rhyme supplier
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 that ate, Jonah
Over, your faced wit the cape over
You woke up four Gorillas wit a
Packin' a punch asthma pump
My crew boards, and the whole plane over

Yo, yo you can't wit the tape over
the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to your gray Nova that's way
to five on the highway shoulder
Enemies say, "Doc the one to closer"
This baboon loose off the chain
Hardcore, Jacore, I hate
But spread when my bullet's daytona

Comin', comin' through
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Comin', comin' duck
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Comin', comin' through
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Comin', comin' duck
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Comin', comin' duck
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Comin', through duck
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Comin', comin' through
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Comin', comin' through
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Yo, this ain't ya music, it's hip-hop
Comin' through woofer like a mute kit
Hundred thousand on some bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi a full clip, clap out
Touch one if any, that's my conquest
Now that shit to the court, I plead no contest
none of y'all, please

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

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

Word up you got the most
Brave hearts this
For under down in the pale he need minutes
Told y'all before I kick doors off the
no cooler and there ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu wit bench slippers
Play the PGA wit Jack Nicklaus
of Mary, gas that bust mercury
Sit through the storm and hand out turkey

That's the way I it
Pussy ass rusty ass
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