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 sick flows 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, that's visual
Too digital for common street criminals
Who wanna test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little
I was born to rock since cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on
I legalized dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes, dope supplier
Hang glide on the mic a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
When it comes to the darts, I em
Flamethrower, your section-eight home to your payphone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for the
I water, I the wale that ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the cape over
You up four gorillas wit a makeover
Packin a punch, pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape
Pass the pussy, get out, over
Back to your gray Nova way slower
Redline to five on the highway
say "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon loose off the choker
Hardcore,? jacore? I poker
But y'all spread when my bullet's

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

(Method Man)
Yo yo this ain't ya music, it's hip hop
through your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand on some 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 plead no
none of y'all, please
I potty pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest all them threats
Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in
Smash rappers hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last the crew that 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 last cinnamon toast with rose
Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, out (wild out)
We in the spot, guns go off
out his mask it was Ollie North
Oh shit, what up what up
on your new flick
Burn it who max the most
Word up you got the most
Bravehearts spin
For under come down in the pale he minutes
Told y'all before I doors off the hinges
Ain't no and there ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu wit bench slippers
the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that bust
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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