Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

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

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

I'm rugged, get gutted, rhyme then stab
Send their ass friend to the lab
You's a crab, I mines off the top like 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, Alexander the

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

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

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

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

Now Baby Sham take the safety off

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

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

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

Sliff Star throw on my scully, tipping my
(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, Jimmy swaggert, kill a sucka, had it
(Wha? Ha)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What's the world gonna do when I drop the smash,
Iron all in your face, don't make me the trigga
Another reason for me to have to my own swigga
Thought I was posing for word up but a Fed took my

Surgeon I represent the underneath
The ask for shit beef, the greatest fucking thief
Brick layer, hardcore, smash your front
Wilding it straight, giving their mother mad

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