Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

(Street Life)
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, yo
the synical, lyrical 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 clan's too
My slang to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for y'all common street
Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my
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
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on
I speak legalized dope, hitman for
I murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt
And I won't stop till I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
When it to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your home to your payphone up
smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I the wale that ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black cape
You woke up four gorillas wit a
Packin a punch, asthma pump
My boards, and the whole plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the over
Pass the pussy, get out, date's
Back to your gray that's way slower
Redline to on the highway shoulder
say "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon off the chain choker
Hardcore,? jacore? I hate
But y'all when my bullet's daytona

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

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

(Ghostface Killah)
out the gate, meet Tony
Don of all dons, New York King Tut wit one arm
Banana Nut Crunch last cinnamon with power rose
Whips dirty, my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, out (wild out)
We in the spot, go off though
Came out his mask it was North
Oh shit, what up what up
on your new flick
Burn it who max the most
up you got the most Clarks
Bravehearts spin
For under come down in the he need minutes
Told y'all before I doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack
Statues of Mary, gas that mercury
Sit through the biggest and hand out turkey

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

(Method Man)
PISSY ASS ASS NIGGAS!
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