Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

(Street Life)
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, yo
It's the synical, rap individual
On my bed I spit sick flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic
Thug therapist, my too original
My slang to wax, words that's visual
Too for y'all common street criminals
Who wanna come test, lick the from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a physical
I was born to rock since they cut my
Cord, I swords, behold the prolifical
writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on
I speak legalized dope, hitman for
I quote murderous notes, dope supplier
glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
When it comes to the darts, I em
Flamethrower, your section-eight home to your payphone up
smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I ride the wale that ate
Over, your faced wit the black over
You woke up four wit a makeover
Packin a punch, asthma pump
My crew boards, and the plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the over
Pass the pussy, get out, over
Back to your gray that's way slower
Redline to five on the shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to closer"
This loose off the chain choker
Hardcore,? jacore? I hate
But y'all spread when my bullet's

(Chorus) 8x
Comin through, comin through
Run for (BASS!)

(Method Man)
Yo yo this ain't ya music, it's hip hop
through your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand watts on bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my complexing
Now tell that shit to the court, I no contest
none of y'all, please
I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for
Keep the for the family and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all threats
Here's a chin check that cash and splash in half
Smash rappers hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At it's the crew that party crashes the masses
Madness wildin out like ed classes

(Ghostface Killah)
Straight out the gate, Tony
Don of all dons, behind New York Tut wit one arm
Nut Crunch last cinnamon toast with power rose
Whips dirty, my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, go off though
Came out his it was Ollie North
Oh shit, up what up Ghost
on your new flick
Burn it dead who max the
Word up you got the most
Bravehearts spin
For under come in the pale he need minutes
Told y'all before I kick off the hinges
no cooler and there ain't no Guiness
Money Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA wit Jack Nicklaus
of Mary, gas that bust mercury
Sit through the biggest and hand out turkey

(Redman)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!
That's the way I it

(Method Man)
PISSY ASS ASS NIGGAS!
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