Luyện nghe bài hát Run It

[Verse 1: Meek
Cuban and kilos
We might get the
up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my official as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout with Jigga at lunch
That's cray, that's
New toys, lets
I brought spades, with the deuce, poof, let's [?]
I must say, I get money, ho, don't pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for tre
And I ride, for the Ye, side, Kim K
White girl, The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a ship?
My talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the I'm official nigga

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas &
I'm a way...
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it

This is we do
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it

[Verse 2: Joyner
My bitch like Halle
My bitch look like
Your bitch look happy
of ya'll hoes can have me
Can't touch me, can't touch
MC Hammer with the
cuff me, can't function
Bitch, I don't want to get
They ain't want me on payroll
They ain't ever want me say-so
Always had a crush on
Thought I was the man my chain broke
I was so can't change clothes
You keep it real, you a lame-o
You don't a move 'til I say so
I get loose, anything goes
Money in the fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I to get away
I think I'm tripping cause a nigga had it
I never had a way, I think I struggled day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do magic
Hoping to get paid and then all my stress away
And I could finally buy a fucking mansion
move my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this sound like sci-fi
I ever had no wifi
I grew up where the went- (pow pow)
got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz mind mines
I'm in top five's top five
touch this nigga, why try?
Gimme yo or you might die

[Chorus: Joyner
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, yo,

3: Joyner Lucas]
Your shit sound bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], cane, rainbow
Your sound like summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade,
Momma I was retarded
thought I was lethargic
They said I wasn't the
Grammy knew I was an
All of y'all niggas is trash, go throw your in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the
I remember when you fuck with me
Ain't nobody wanna the bus with me
Ain't nobody wanna share with me
Family couldn't in touch with me
Now they all get enough of me
Now they want to fly with me in
Same never want to let me hit
Now they all want to bust for me
Name another poppin' than me?
I never been cocky, but they want a problem with me
And fuck all these that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't a counter with me
Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was from me
All of them was counting me out now counting on me
I'm so motherfucking hot that the wind is a to me
Right before I pull the and begging that God forgive me I said

[Chorus: Joyner
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, up, look