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 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 that's
Too digital for common street criminals
Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my
We can get off the mic and get a physical
I was to rock since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, 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 rhyme
Hang glide on the mic a stunt driver
And I won't rockin till I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
it comes 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 ride the wale ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the cape over
You woke up four wit a makeover
Packin a punch, pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole lays over
(YO YO!) You talk wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get out, date's
Back to your gray Nova that's way
Redline to five on the shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to closer"
This baboon off the chain choker
Hardcore,? I hate poker
But spread when my bullet's daytona

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

(Method Man)
Yo yo this ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through your like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand on some bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I no contest
From none of y'all,
I potty pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Lee
how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them
a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last 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 King Tut wit one arm
Banana Nut Crunch last cinnamon toast with rose
Whips dirty, 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, what up what up
Congratulations on your new
Burn it who max the most
Word up you got the Clarks
Bravehearts spin
For under come in the pale he need minutes
Told y'all before I doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit slippers
the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and hand out

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

(Method Man)
PISSY ASS ASS NIGGAS!
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