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 hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some
For the musical at work
And have a time in the process

2X: Lil Dap

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

Word is on the corner of Gas & the
The don who got up by mistake
flies yo we chillin at his wake
Sittin up, suing and shit feel type fake
Nice '88 is held down with the white face
The way was going, couldn't wrote out his will
Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, 'cause he love to
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 trying to live or wrong, something just got to give
Even if you got a BM, it's the of dead, everytime you seen him
Prisoners walk, try to go for freedom
Year two thou, back space, niggas them
Praying god, we eatin

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{Lil
My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my
Sweet upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars
More power to devour all fake MC's
Uncle Tom the playa hating jellin on me
So we to our music, 'cause that's all we know
Break it to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow
days or nights, business sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin picken all
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 black
Running straight for my life, and there's no back

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Yo were I'm from ENY, where there at?
Got turning, from Cali to Fort Ten
I've been in the mix since before '86, and you sucking dick
I'm gettin biz
You who it is, when you from Brooklyn
Every fuckin borough scared of them kids
And don't why, just please come thru
your 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 think way
The thing to say was, my name was K Slack
To overgate my sins, so I can be again
Still the Brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you be born
A filled, a child worn

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