Luyện nghe bài hát Run It

[Verse 1: Mill]
Linx and kilos
We might get the
Pull up on a sucka his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas as fuck
Big ass like I'm whipping the truck
I'm Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout business Jigga at lunch
That's cray, that's
New toys, lets
I spades, with the deuce, like poof, let's [?]
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, 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 money why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space
My talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five [?] on the wrist 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 like Kylie
bitch don't look happy
None of ya'll hoes can me
Can't touch me, touch this
MC with the swaggy
Can't cuff me, function
Bitch, I want to get married
ain't ever want me on payroll
They ain't ever want me have
Always had a on J-Lo
Thought I was the man my chain broke
I was so broke can't change
You don't keep it real, you a
You don't make a 'til I say so
When I get loose, anything
in the mother fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get
I think I'm tripping cause a nigga had it
I never had a way, I I struggled every day
Talking to God I'm he could do some magic
to get paid and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a fucking mansion
Then my friends in, and get Benzs
this shit sound like sci-fi
I ain't had no wifi
I up where the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got in a drive-by
Stay in biz don't mind mines
I'm in your top five's top
Can't touch this nigga, why
Gimme yo shit or you die

[Chorus: Lucas]
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, yo, look

3: Joyner Lucas]
Your shit sound like 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
Daddy I was lethargic
They said I wasn't the
knew I was an artist
All of y'all niggas is trash, go your shit in the garbage
I threw your in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember you wouldn't fuck with me
Ain't nobody wanna the bus with me
Ain't nobody wanna share with me
Family keep in touch with me
Now all can't get enough of me
Now they want to fly me in luxury
Same hoes never to let me hit
Now they all to bust nuts for me
Name nigga poppin' than me?
I never been cocky, but they don't want a with me
And all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any yo I don't need a counter with me
Ain't nobody lookin' for me, they was hiding 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 trigger and begging that God 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, hold up,