Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Your Life

Intro: from movie}

Most persons never have a to get into a recording studio
Never get to see or a record being made
And only the finished product
now, you had no way of learning
Of the anormous complexity of the process
And limits appreciation of music
We hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to you some insight
For the forces at work
And have a good in the process

2X: Lil Dap

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

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

2X

{Lil
My to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps
Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like
More to devour 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
days or nights, business sights and fights
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
please listen to me, turning dust into black
Running straight for my life, and no turning back

2X

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

2X