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 I'm layin'
Ready fo'
Soon as I see yo face and
I wit dat playin'

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

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

You disrespectin' my mind 'cuz you comin' short
I might hitcha wit dat iron 'cuz you need to be
You keep showing yo 'cuz you thank it's a joke
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 deep in some beef and dem boyz 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 into it wit a cash brotha
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 'bout ta
Dem boyz playin' wit da upt, well, dey to die
Man, it's deep

a tragedy when you can test me
Heard I run in houses, put it past me
Hell, look boy, you betta tell deez
Fo' I mask up and try ta deez niggaz

You don't want my troubles
I be in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa, my big Juvy
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 they start
Hardest on tha block started actin' like a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area

Load it up, it in
Cock it back, pop it out, we
I'll run in a busta spot
I'll sit on a porch, I'll sleep on a busta block
five and then let go

Bang, Lil' keep playin', get hurt
see I dont 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 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 gotta strap but yo' enemy 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

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

Now, you could be comin' and runnin' to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you shit 'cuz ya
I won't wanna be witcha when happening either
I probably be some where 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 hurtin' when dem 30's be
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 round dem clubs, no place fo' ya dog
Dem niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin' ya dog
I see 'em comin' wit choppers and I know gon' bust
Lil' Wayne hol' up, we kiting out sho'

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 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 second line and dem 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 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