Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

(Street Life)
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, yo
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
therapist, my clan's too original
My slang bang to wax, words visual
Too digital for y'all common 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 they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, the prolifical
Rhyme writer, provider, prize fighter
Live wire, to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized dope, for hire
I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt
And I won't stop rockin I retire

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

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

(Method Man)
Yo yo this ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through woofer like a mute kit
watts on some bullshit
I eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my complexing
Now tell that to the court, I plead no contest
From none of y'all,
I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for
the cake for the family 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 vest makin all threats
Here's a chin that cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last it's the crew party crashes the masses
wildin out like special ed classes

(Ghostface Killah)
Straight out the gate, Tony
Don of all dons, behind New King Tut wit one arm
Nut Crunch last cinnamon toast with power rose
Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, PAROLE!
Peace he's Wallee 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 who max the most
Word up you got the Clarks
spin this
For under come down in the he need minutes
Told y'all before I doors off the hinges
Ain't no and there ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu wit bench slippers
Play the PGA wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that bust
Sit through the storm and hand out turkey

(Redman)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!
the way I like it

(Method Man)
PISSY ASS ASS NIGGAS!
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