Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Your Life

Intro: {sample movie}

Most persons have a chance to get into a recording studio
Never get to see or hear a being made
And only experience the product
Until now, you had no way of
Of the anormous complexity of the recording
And this limits of music
We can't hope to all the complexity
But we to give you some insight
For the forces 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
to the word, that's how word is bond

Word is on the corner of Gas & the
The don who got laced up by
Time flies yo we at his wake
Sittin up, down and shit feel type fake
Nice '88 black is held with the white face
The way shit was going, wrote out his will
Hear them be upon niggas, 'cause he love to kill
Met war, cars, to send you bon voyage
One fourth of tears pullin out the eyes of your mom
The rise of your life is on, or positive
You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to
if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him
Prisoners walk, try to go for freedom
Year two thou, back space, delete them
Praying god, we eatin

2X

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

2X

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

2X