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 your chest
In the Lex GS, talking BS
My watch is flooded
850 for the

I'm rugged, cats get gutted, then stab
Send rusty ass friend to the lab
You's a crab, I take mines off the top Fab
Hit you a jab for the '98

Number one in Billboard the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you get scrape
Rampage, the great

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

Now whose the chick to ice the cake
Put it through on my license plate
(Aight)
Ripping MCs, then got a rap chick
(Fiending)
type creaming
(Creaming)
Make them rappers poof like them did Keenen

Meaning I run that, on mine like I'm the LL comeback
Wack rappers crawled out holes
Now you 'cuz you slithered up the todem pole
Squad affiliate of, of Time, Warner
Send all you punks to decorate the corner

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

Now Baby Sham take the safety off

There's a lot of fake cats that in their man's Rolls
Come to my show with fake wallos
Turquoise hid invoiced with plans to
See me backstage with the upholds my pants leg

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, it's the famous international, sinner irrational
(Ha)
Nigga who dance with wolves, masterful skulls
Crack axles peel out in Fords
Splatter brains on dashboards, start wars

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

Killing your millennium bug
United States divide with crimes
snake eyes in the concrete jungle of hell
While Lord have, stays super the son of Jor-el

What? You know we got it 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 nigga, the quick to bust your ass, niggas
Do anything in world to get the cash, niggas
I might even get mad and slash niggas
Rob and get away in a car and crash niggas

What's the world gonna do I drop the smash, nigga?
Iron all in your face, don't me pull the trigga
Another for me to have to poor my own swigga
I was posing for word up but a Fed took my picture

Surgeon general I the underneath
The ask for shit beef, the 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 dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf
the priest flip, change his whole belief
Started wilding in the with them niggas starting beef
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