Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Your Life

Intro: {sample from

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

2X: Lil Dap

Run for you life, if your life you
behind the gun, and this is what you get
Two slugs to the head, and dead and gone
Listen to the word, how word is bond

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

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{Lil
My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my
game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars
More power to all these fake MC's
Uncle Tom brought the hating jellin on me
So we jellin to our music, 'cause all we know
Break it down to the ghetto, that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights, sights and fights
Bodies and souls are picken all night
Indeed yo, in the streets this is you see
Try to speak the forth, but no one me
Moms please listen to me, turning into black
Running for my life, and there's no turning back

2X

Yo were I'm ENY, where there at? Brooklyn
Got heads turning, from 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, you from Brooklyn
Every fuckin borough scared of them crook
And don't wonder why, just please come
With 10 karat ice, and see what we do
It ain't nuthin new, the same old thing
Will snatch your chain, your brain
That was my frame of mind, when I way back
The only to say was, my name was K Slack
To overgate my sins, so I can be born
Still livin the Brooklyn farayan
You listen to my words, and you be born
A filled, a child worn

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