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 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 that's
Too digital for y'all common street
Who wanna come test, the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little
I was born to rock they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, the prolifical
writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, to set the mic on fire
I speak dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes, dope supplier
Hang glide on the mic like a driver
And I won't stop rockin 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 ride the wale that ate
Over, your faced wit the black over
You woke up four wit a makeover
a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape
the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to your Nova that's way slower
Redline to on the highway shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to closer"
This baboon loose off the chain
Hardcore,? jacore? I hate
But y'all spread when my daytona

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

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

(Ghostface Killah)
Straight out the gate, Tony
Don of all dons, behind New York Tut wit one arm
Banana Nut Crunch last cinnamon toast with 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 mask it was North
Oh shit, what up up Ghost
Congratulations on your new
it dead who max the most
Word up you got the Clarks
Bravehearts this
For under come down in the pale he need
Told before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there no Guiness
Money Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack
Statues of Mary, gas that bust
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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