Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

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

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

I'm rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then
Send their rusty ass 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 with the triangle
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get
Rampage, Alexander the

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

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

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

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

Now Sham take the safety off hold

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

Handmade suits, is in the briefcase
Life negotiate, so when I split pies
I'm your dime
Flow for flow, battling
Talking some crime, now I gotta split 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?

Sliff Star throw on my scully, my brim
(Uh, huh)
Stand on the corner scuffing up my Timbs
off my jacket, pack the four fifth, cause a racket
(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 fifty for twenty dollars of gas, gimme my

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

Hey, it's the world's international, sinner irrational
(Ha)
who dance with wolves, masterful bash skulls
Crack peel out in black Fords
Splatter brains on dashboards, start anthrax

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

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

What? You know we got it way out of state, what?
Better run for for it's 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
Another reason for me to to poor my own swigga
I was posing for word up but a Fed took my picture

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

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