Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

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

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

I'm Rugged, get gutted, rhyme then stab
their rusty ass friend to the lab
You's a crab, I take mines off the top Fab

Hit you a jab for the 98
one in billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on mix tape, watch you cats get scrape
Rampage the great

Better run for for it's too late

You we got it locked way out of state

Now whose the chick to come ice the
Put it through on my license plate
(Aight)
Mc's then got a rap chick fiending
(Fiending)
Celine creaming
(Creaming)

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

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

Better run for cover for it's too

You know we got it locked way out of

Now Baby Sham the safety off hold

There's alot of fake cats jump in their mans Rolls
Come to my show with these fake
Turqoise hid invoiced with to blow

See me backstage the gauge upholds my pantsleg
Hand made contracts is in the briefcase
Life negotiate so when I split these

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

Better run for cover for too late

You we got it locked way out of state

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

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

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

Better run for cover for it's too

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

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

See's like task force die on a cross
(Ha)
4th blow your hands off
(Blaaoow)
Special
Jam with ghetto misery
I'm killabrese of canine
Last name heard it the grapevine

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

You know we got it locked way out of

Better run for cover for too late

You we got it locked way out of state

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

the world gonna do when I drop the smash nigga?
Iron all in face don't make me pull the trigga
reason for me to have to poor my own swigga

Thought I was posing for word up but a Fed my picture
Surgeon I represent the underneath
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 strip him leave him in his briefs
Do so much dirt, the priest asked me to turn leaf
Made the priest flip change his belief
Started wilding in the club with them niggas starting beef, act