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 experience the product
now, you had no way of learning
Of the anormous of the recording process
And this appreciation of music
We can't 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 your you live
Live the gun, and this is what you get
Two to the head, and you're dead and gone
Listen to the word, that's how word is

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 fake
Nice '88 black is held down with the white
The way shit was going, wrote out his will
Hear them be upon niggas, 'cause he love to kill
Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon
One fourth of tears pullin out the eyes of your mom
The rise of your is on, negative or positive
You trying to live or wrong, something just got to give
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 delete
Praying god, everytime we

2X

{Lil
My dreams to walk the streets hearted with my peeps
Sweet game upon knowledge, we feel like scholars
More power to devour all these fake
Uncle Tom brought the playa hating on me
So we to our music, 'cause that's all we know
Break it down to the ghetto, that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights, sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin all night
Indeed yo, in the this is what you see
Try to the forth, but no one understands 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 gettin biz
You know who it is, when you Brooklyn
Every fuckin borough scared of them crook
And don't wonder why, just come thru
With your 10 ice, and see what we do
It ain't nuthin new, just the same old
Will your chain, invect your brain
was my frame 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 born
livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you be born
A filled, a child worn

2X