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
Thug therapist, my too original
My bang to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for y'all common criminals
Who come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a physical
I was born to 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 stop rockin I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
it comes to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to payphone up
smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I the wale that ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black over
You woke up gorillas wit a makeover
a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape
the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to gray Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to closer"
This loose off the chain 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 woofer like a kit
Hundred-thousand on some bullshit
I eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my complexing
Now tell shit to the court, I plead no contest
From of y'all, please
I train 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 Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a makin all them threats
a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last it's the crew that party 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 Wallee Timb's, out (wild out)
We in the spot, guns go off
Came out his mask it was Ollie
Oh shit, up what up Ghost
Congratulations on your new
it dead who max the most
Word up you got the most
Bravehearts this
For under down 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
Play the PGA Tour wit Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and hand out

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

(Method Man)
PISSY ASS ASS NIGGAS!
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