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 bang to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for y'all common criminals
Who wanna test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little
I was to rock since they cut my umbilical
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 notes, dope rhyme supplier
glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't rockin till I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
When it to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight to your payphone up
smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I the wale that ate Jonah
Over, your wit the black cape over
You woke up four gorillas wit a
Packin a punch, asthma takeover
My boards, and the whole plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't wit the tape over
the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to your gray that's way slower
Redline to on the highway shoulder
say "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon off the chain choker
Hardcore,? jacore? I poker
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
Comin through your like a mute kit
watts on some bullshit
I eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
one if any, that's my complexing conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no
none of y'all, please
I potty pissy-ass rugrat for free
the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest all them threats
Here's a chin check that and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last it's the crew that party the masses
wildin out like special ed classes

(Ghostface Killah)
Straight out the gate, Tony
Don of all dons, behind New York Tut wit one arm
Banana Nut last cinnamon toast with power rose
Whips dirty, my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, go off though
Came out his mask it was North
Oh shit, up what up Ghost
Congratulations on new flick
Burn it who max the most
Word up you got the Clarks
Bravehearts this
For under come down in the he need minutes
Told y'all before I doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there ain't no
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu wit bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour wit Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas bust mercury
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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