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 to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for y'all common 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, behold the
Rhyme writer, provider, prize fighter
wire, quick 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
it comes 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 wit the black cape over
You woke up four gorillas wit a
a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape
Pass the pussy, get out, date's
Back to your Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the shoulder
say "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon loose off the choker
Hardcore,? I hate poker
But y'all when my bullet's daytona

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

(Method Man)
Yo yo ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through your like a mute kit
watts on some bullshit
I blackout wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I 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!
who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them
Here's a chin check that cash and niggas in half
Smash rappers like hash (smoke em to ashes)
At last it's the crew party crashes 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 Crunch last cinnamon toast power rose
Whips dirty, my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, go off though
Came out his it was Ollie North
Oh shit, what up up Ghost
Congratulations on new flick
Burn it who max the most
Word up you got the most
spin this
For under come down in the pale he minutes
Told y'all before I kick off the hinges
Ain't no and there ain't no Guiness
Money Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that bust
Sit through the biggest and hand out turkey

(Redman)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!
That's the way I it

(Method Man)
PISSY ASS ASS NIGGAS!
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