Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Yeah, niggas to talk shit in the muthafucking room
I got something for your ass, check it out

I'm coming express through your chest
In the Lex-GS, talking BS
My is still flooded, 850 for the budget

I'm Rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then
Send rusty ass friend to the lab
You's a crab, I take off the top like Fab

Hit you a jab for the 98
Number one in with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get
Rampage Alexander the

Better run for cover for it's too

You know we got it way out of state

Now the chick to come ice the cake
Put it through everybody on my plate
(Aight)
Ripping Mc's got a rap chick fiending
(Fiending)
type creaming
(Creaming)

Make them rappers poof them crackers did Keenen
Meaning I run that, on mine like I'm the LL comeback
Wack rappers out from holes
Now you souped you slithered up the todem pole

Squad affiliate of of Time-Warner
Send all you punks back to decorate the

run for cover for it's too late

You know we got it way out of state

Now Baby Sham the safety off hold

alot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls
Come to my show these fake wallos
Turqoise hid invoiced with to blow

See me backstage with the gauge my pantsleg
Hand suits contracts is in the briefcase
negotiate so when I split these pies

I'm sexing your dime, for flow batteling rhymes
some crime
Now I gotta split your
(What? What?)
Get your shit back like these seats recline
(Yeah)

Better run for for it's too late

You we got it locked way out of state

Sliff throw on my scully tipping my brim
(Uh, huh)
Stand on the street scuffing up my timbs
Take off my
Pack the four 'cause a racket
(Thats right)

fella, Jimmy swaggert
(Wha?)
Kill a
had it
(Ha)

Contradiction,
False leadership Richard
Bouncing and the lanes all up in the Range
Here's a fifty for twenty dollars of gas my change

Better run for cover for too late

You know we got it way out of state

Better run for cover for too late

You know we got it way out of state

Hey, it's the worlds famous international, sinner
(Ha)
Nigga who dance with wolves, masterful skulls
Crack axles out in black fords
brains on dashports, start anthrax wars

See's cast task force die on a cross
(Ha)
July 4th blow hands off
(Blaaoow)
delivery
Jam 'cause with misery
I'm killabrese of canine
Last name it through the grapevine

your blood millineum bug
United States divide with crimes
Roll snake eyes, in the concrete of hell
While Lord have stays, super like the son of

You we got it locked way out of state

Better run for cover for too late

You know we got it way out of state

I be the last nigga, the to bust your ass niggas
Do anything in this to get the cash niggas
I might even get mad and even slash
Rob and get away in a car and crash niggas

What's the world gonna do when I drop the smash
Iron all in your face don't make me the trigga
Another for me to have to poor my own swigga

Thought I was posing for up but a Fed took my picture
Surgeon general I represent the
The ask for shit beef, the worlds greatest fucking
Brick layer hardcore smash front teeth

it straight, giving their mother mad grief
Rob a nigga him down leave him in his briefs
Do so dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip his whole belief
Started wilding in the club with them niggas starting beef, act