Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

(Street Life)
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, yo
the synical, lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I sick flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic
Thug therapist, my too original
My slang bang to wax, words visual
Too digital for y'all street criminals
Who wanna come test, lick the from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little
I was to rock since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, behold the
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize
Live wire, to set the mic on fire
I legalized dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes, dope supplier
Hang on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin till I

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
When it to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to payphone up
smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I ride the that ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black over
You woke up gorillas wit a makeover
a punch, asthma pump takeover
My boards, and the whole plane lays over
(YO YO!) You talk wit the tape over
the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to gray Nova that's way slower
Redline to on the highway shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to closer"
This loose off the chain choker
Hardcore,? I hate poker
But spread when my bullet's daytona

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

(Method Man)
Yo yo ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through your woofer a mute kit
Hundred-thousand watts on bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full (CLAP OUT!)
one if any, that's my complexing conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I no contest
From none of y'all,
I potty train rugrat for free
Keep the for the family and off Sarah Lee
how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, gorilla, beatin on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Ya Neck
I suggest, you a vest makin all them threats
Here's a check that cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers like hash (smoke em 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, New York King Tut wit one arm
Banana Nut Crunch cinnamon toast with power rose
dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, guns go off
out his mask it was Ollie North
Oh shit, up what up Ghost
Congratulations on new flick
Burn it who max the most
up you got the most Clarks
Bravehearts this
For come down in the pale he need minutes
y'all before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there ain't no
Money like Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas bust mercury
Sit through the storm and hand out turkey

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

(Method Man)
ASS RUSTY ASS NIGGAS!
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