Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

Yo, yo, enta,
Enta,

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

I was born a rock, since they cut my
Cord, I swing behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on
I speak legalized dope, hit man for
I quote notes dope rhyme supplier
glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin' till I

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 wale ate, Jonah
Over, your faced wit the cape over
You woke up Gorillas wit a makeover
Packin' a punch pump takeover
My boards, and the whole plane lays over

Yo, yo you can't wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get out, over
Back to gray Nova that's way slower
Redline to on the highway shoulder
Enemies say, "Doc the one to closer"
This baboon off the chain choker
Hardcore, Jacore, I hate
But y'all spread when my bullet's

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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Comin', comin' through
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Comin', through duck
Run 4
Comin', comin' duck
Run 4
Comin', comin' duck
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Yo, this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's
Comin' your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred thousand watts on some
I blackout eclipse wit the bust 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 potty train ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, on ya left
who Meth, black gorilla beatin' on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a makin' all them threats
Here's a chin check that cash and splash in half
Smash like hash, soke 'em down to ashes
At last the crew that party crashes the masses
Madness wildin' out like special ed

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 shout he's Wallee Timb's, out
We in the spot guns go off
out his mask it was Ollie North
Oh shit, what up what up
Congratulations on new flick
Burn it dead who max the

Word up you got the Clarks
Brave hearts this
For under come down in the pale he minutes
Told before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no and there ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu wit bench slippers
the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas bust mercury
Sit the biggest storm and hand out turkey

That's the way I it
Pussy ass ass niggas
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