Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

(Street Life)
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, yo
It's the synical, lyrical rap
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 y'all street criminals
Who come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little
I was born to rock since they cut my
Cord, I swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on
I speak legalized dope, hitman for
I quote notes, dope rhyme supplier
Hang glide on the mic a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
When it to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, your section-eight home to your payphone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for the
I water, I ride the wale that ate
Over, your faced wit the black cape
You woke up four wit a makeover
Packin a punch, asthma takeover
My crew boards, and the whole lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape
Pass the pussy, get out, date's
Back to your gray Nova way slower
Redline to five on the highway
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, through duck
Run for (BASS!)

(Method Man)
Yo yo this ain't ya music, it's hip hop
Comin through your like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand watts on bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my complexing
Now that shit to the court, I plead no contest
From of y'all, please
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!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his
I suggest, you pay yo' or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them
Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in
Smash rappers hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At it's the crew that party crashes the masses
Madness wildin out like ed classes

(Ghostface Killah)
Straight out the gate, meet
Don of all dons, behind New King Tut wit one arm
Banana Nut Crunch cinnamon toast with power rose
dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
Peace he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, go off though
Came out his mask it was Ollie
Oh shit, what up up Ghost
Congratulations on new flick
Burn it dead who max the
up you got the most Clarks
Bravehearts this
For under come in the pale he need minutes
Told y'all I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no and there ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack
Statues of Mary, gas bust mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and out turkey

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

(Method Man)
PISSY ASS ASS NIGGAS!
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