Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

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

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

Yo, uh, it's Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred in my backyard
twelve-twelve's, that look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while puff L's
leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save
They come by one more time, 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 pretty chrome thing, so I'm dipping with
Uh, down-shifting on 'em I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got 5 years on me
(Run!) Scared to death, running I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's I'm on the Thruway
My in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they give me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets, jail where I die at
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to at
But they too close, and I got this new
Imagine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I do

Run! If you sell in the school zone
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!
When you see me get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka