Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

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

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

I'm rugged, cats get gutted, then stab
their 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 Billboard with the triangle
on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape
Rampage, the great

What? run for cover for it's too late, what?
You know we got it locked way out of state,

Now whose the chick to ice the cake
Put it everybody on my license plate
(Aight)
MCs, then got a rap chick fiending
(Fiending)
Celine creaming
(Creaming)
Make them rappers like them crackers did Keenen

Meaning I run that, waiting on like I'm the LL comeback
Wack crawled out from holes
Now you souped 'cuz you up the todem pole
Flipmode affiliate of, of Time, Warner
Send all you punks back to decorate the

Better run for cover for too late, what?
You know we got it way out of state, what?

Now Baby Sham the safety off hold

There's a lot of fake that jump in their man's Rolls
to my show with these fake wallos
Turquoise hid invoiced plans to blow
See me with the gauge upholds my pants leg

Handmade suits, is in the briefcase
Life negotiate, so when I split pies
I'm sexing your
Flow for flow, battling
Talking some crime, now I gotta your time
(What, what?)
Get your shit pushed like these seats recline
(Yeah)

Better run for cover for it's too late,
You know we got it way out of state, what?

Star throw on my scully, tipping my brim
(Uh, huh)
Stand on the street scuffing up my Timbs
Take off my jacket, pack the four fifth, a racket
(That's right)
Freaky fella, swaggert, kill a sucka, brothers had it
(Wha? Ha)

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

Better run for for it's too late, what?
You know we got it way out of state, what?
Better run for cover for too late, what?
You know we got it way out of state, what?

Hey, the world's famous international, sinner irrational
(Ha)
Nigga who with wolves, masterful bash skulls
Crack axles out in black Fords
Splatter on dashboards, start anthrax wars

Seize cast task force, die on a cross
(Ha)
4th, blow your hands off
(Blaow)
Special
Jam 'cause with misery when I'm killa breeds of canine
Last name, heard it the grapevine

your blood millennium bug
United States with hate crimes
Roll snake eyes in the concrete of hell
While have, stays super like the son of Jor-el

You know we got it locked way out of state, what?
Better run for cover for too late, what?
You we got it locked way out of state, what?

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

What's the world gonna do I drop the smash, nigga?
Iron all in your face, make me pull the trigga
reason for me to have to poor my own swigga
Thought I was for word up but a Fed took my picture

Surgeon general I represent the
The ask for beef, the world's greatest fucking thief
layer, hardcore, smash your front teeth
Wilding it straight, giving mother mad grief

Rob a nigga, strip him down, leave him in his
Do so much dirt, the priest me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip, change his belief
Started wilding in the club with them starting beef
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