Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

Aiyo, I jumped the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't nothin'
Bugging, only I remember was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is
My pockets is mean, clean when I off
Took off, made track look
The walkie talkies D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I not give up, no, quick flag the car down
me to.. Ghost here they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, up, hit the bitch dog
Turned down Hill, light the spliff
Run! I will not get on a rock
Run! I seen happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, destroy
Fuck a case, I'm not home with no fifty six
Die the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the hop
Curse, to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they got word
That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't merge

Run! If you sell drugs in the school
Run! If you chased with no shoes on
Run! that! Run! Cops got, guns!
givin' out life like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
When you see me get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka

Yo, uh, it's Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred hundred-packs in my
Clear twelve-twelve's, look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting throats on the sales, while they puff L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave
I learned from the O.G.'s to save
They by one more time, they gon' hop out
two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out
Then I can get rid of the
But I just copped this chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 on me
(Run!) to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling like they Nike on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to down, it's like I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I do
Rather it be the streets, jail where I die at
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for to hide at
But they too close, and I got new toast
Imagine if I of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do

Run! If you sell drugs in the school
Run! If you chased with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They givin' out life like
Run! If you do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is three zip
So, run! Hop fences, jump benches!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! got guns! Muthafucka