Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Your Life

Intro: {sample from

persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio
Never get to see or a record being made
And only the finished product
Until now, you had no way of
Of the anormous complexity of the recording
And limits appreciation of music
We can't hope to explain all the
But we hope to give you some
For the musical at work
And have a good time in the

2X: Lil Dap

Run for you life, if your you live
Live behind the gun, and is what you get
Two slugs to the head, and you're and gone
Listen to the word, how word is bond

Word is on the corner of Gas & the
The don who got up by mistake
Time flies yo we at his wake
Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type
Nice '88 black is held with the white face
The way was going, couldn't wrote out his will
Hear them be sneaking niggas, 'cause he love to kill
Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon
One of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom
The rise of your life is on, negative or
You to live right or wrong, something just got to give
Even if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead, everytime you him
Prisoners walk, try to go for freedom
Year two thou, back space, delete them
Praying god, we eatin

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{Lil
My dreams to walk the streets hearted with my peeps
Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel scholars
More power to devour all these MC's
Uncle Tom brought the playa jellin on me
So we jellin to our music, 'cause that's all we
Break it down to the ghetto, that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights, business sights and
Bodies and souls are gettin all night
Indeed yo, in the streets is what you see
Try to speak the forth, but no one me
Moms please listen to me, turning dust into
straight for my life, and there's no turning back

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Yo I'm from ENY, where there at? Brooklyn
Got heads turning, Cali to Fort Ten
I've been in the mix since before '86, and you sucking dick
I'm gettin biz
You know who it is, when you Brooklyn
Every fuckin borough scared of crook kids
And don't wonder why, please come thru
With your 10 karat ice, and see we do
It ain't nuthin new, just the old thing
Will snatch your chain, your brain
That was my of mind, when I think way back
The only thing to say was, my was K Slack
To my sins, so I can be born again
Still the Brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you be born
A life filled, a worn

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