Luyện nghe bài hát Run for It

I be comin' up wit da toy
You can stop, boy
You ain't I'm off tha block, boy
chop, boy

Off in ya cut is I'm layin'
Ready fo'
as I see yo face and hand
I ain't wit dat

My daddy showed me how to it in a situation
My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta
So, I played the game, bust yo' if you said my name
I had of deez niggaz scared I came

I kno' some niggaaz out tha Nolia that'll fo' me
I kno' some hollin' solja dat a die fo' me
T.C., L.T., and six
Oh, you some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks

You disrespectin' my mind 'cuz you keep short
I might hitcha wit dat 'cuz you need to be taught
You keep showing yo teeth 'cuz you thank it's a
You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't git smoke

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem gotta gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

If ya ain't gotta strap but yo' got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash money
You run for it, run for it, run
(Who me?)

I be in all sometimes
Sometimes, I be jumpin' out trees in
Me and Juvenile got two keys we ta ride
Dem boyz playin' wit da upt, well, dey to die
Man, that deep

It's a tragedy you can test me
I run in houses, don't put it past me
Hell, look boy, you betta tell deez
Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez

You want my stress troubles
I be in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa, my big brother
Tol' me not to eva letta nigga me

Tol' me if I eva did he do me
Gave me two guns and sent me dey shootin'
And then start runnin'
Hardest niggaz on tha block actin' like a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya bustin'

Load it up, it in
Cock it back, pop it out, we
[Incomprehensible] I'll run in a busta
I'll sit on a busta porch, I'll sleep on a busta
Apply five and let go

Bang, cowards keep playin', get hurt
Motha-flirk see I curse but'll wet up yo shirt
Look all my see me comin'
All my enemy's peugh be

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't gotta strap but yo' got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash brotha
You run for it, run for it, run

You thank I'm playin'-a somthin', Lil Woo dey', I trippin'
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be
Two children got and a ol' lady got hit
Look, I'm 'bout ta git tha fuck 'cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis

Now, you could be comin' and runnin' to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you 'cuz ya real
I won't wanna be witcha when it's either
I probably be some ducked off takin' a nap wit my people

I'd see it on T.V. Than I see it in person
And having my fucking' head hurtin' when dem be burstin'
I bet if yo' beef see ya, he gon' wait fo' ya dog
Our all try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog

A 2nd and round dem clubs, ain't no place fo' ya dog
Dem same you come up wit playa-hatin' ya dog
I see 'em comin' wit choppers and I know they bust
Lil' Wayne up, we kiting out sho' nuff'

Now, if ya at dat second and dem boyz gotta gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't strap but yo' enemy got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash brotha
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya at dat line and dem boyz gotta gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't gotta strap but yo' got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash brotha
You run for it, run for it, run

Ya run for it, run for it
Ya run for it, run for it
Ya run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it, gun for it

Ya run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it, gun for it