Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

Yo, yo, enta,
Enta,

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

I was born a rock, since they cut my
Cord, I swing swords the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize
wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized dope, hit man for
I murderous notes dope rhyme supplier
Hang glide on the mic a stunt driver
And I won't rockin' till I retire

it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower
Blow your section eight home to your pay up
smoker, in the cut for the Lawnmower
I water, I ride the that ate, Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black cape
You woke up Gorillas wit a makeover
a punch asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane lays

Yo, yo you talk wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get out, date's
Back to gray Nova that's way slower
to five on the highway shoulder
Enemies say, "Doc the one to closer"
This baboon loose off the choker
Hardcore, Jacore, I poker
But y'all when my bullet's daytona

Comin', comin' through
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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', comin' through
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Comin', through duck
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Yo, this ya granddaddy music, it's hip-hop
Comin' through your woofer a mute kit
Hundred thousand watts on bullshit
I blackout wit the semi bust a full clip, clap out
Touch one if any, my complexin' conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I 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, movin' on ya
who Meth, black gorilla beatin' on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya
I suggest, you a vest makin' all them threats
Here's a chin check cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers like hash, 'em down to ashes
At last it's the crew that crashes the masses
wildin' out like special ed classes

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

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

That's the way I it
ass rusty ass niggas
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