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 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, words that's
Too digital for common street criminals
Who wanna test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a physical
I was born to rock since they cut my
Cord, I swing swords, behold the
Rhyme writer, provider, prize fighter
wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I legalized dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes, rhyme supplier
glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I stop rockin till I retire

(Redman)
Yo yo yo
When it to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your 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 black over
You woke up gorillas wit a makeover
Packin a punch, asthma takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane over
(YO YO!) You can't wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get out, date's
Back to your Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the highway
Enemies say "Doc the one to closer"
This loose off the chain choker
Hardcore,? jacore? I poker
But spread when my bullet's daytona

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

(Method Man)
Yo yo this ain't ya music, it's hip hop
Comin through your like a mute kit
watts on some bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no
From none of y'all,
I potty pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Lee
That's how we do, powerful, on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, gorilla, beatin on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya
I suggest, you a vest makin all them threats
Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in
rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last it's the crew that crashes the masses
Madness wildin out like special ed

(Ghostface Killah)
Straight out the gate, meet
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!
shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, guns go off
Came out his it was Ollie North
Oh shit, what up up Ghost
Congratulations on your new
Burn it who max the most
Word up you got the Clarks
spin this
For come down in the pale 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, Keanu wit bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack
Statues of Mary, gas that mercury
Sit through the storm 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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