Luyện nghe bài hát Run for It

I be comin' up wit da toy
You can stop, boy
You heard I'm off tha block, boy
chop, boy

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

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

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

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

Now, if ya at dat second and dem boyz 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 gotta strap but yo' enemy got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got it wit a cash money brotha
You run for it, run for it, run
(Who me?)

I be in all black
Sometimes, I be out trees in camouflage
Me and Juvenile got two keys we 'bout ta
Dem boyz wit da upt, well, dey gots to die
Man, that deep

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

You don't want my stress
I be back in 2 and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa, my big Juvy
Tol' me not to eva letta screw me

me if I eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey
And they start runnin'
Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin' a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area

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

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

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 and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

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

You thank I'm playin'-a somthin', Lil Woo dey', I ain't
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz be hittin'
Two children got killed and a ol' got hit
Look, I'm 'bout ta git tha fuck 'cuz I got no time fo' dis shit

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

I'd rather see it on T.V. Than I see it in
And having my fucking' head when dem 30's 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 line and dem clubs, ain't no place fo' ya dog
Dem same you come up wit playa-hatin' ya dog
I see 'em wit choppers and I know they gon' bust
Lil' Wayne hol' up, we kiting out nuff'

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 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 it wit a cash money brotha
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya at dat second and dem boyz 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

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