Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear
Bugging, only thing I remember was the bullshit
So I at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is falling
My is mean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, 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 Marley
Run! I will not get on a rock
Run! I seen what to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, destroy
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home with no six
Die with the of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these throw me in shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got
Heard I was killing shit, they must got
I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge

Run! If you sell in the school zone
Run! If you getting chased no shoes on
Run! that! Run! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
next felony, nigga, is like 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

Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the car
I got hundred hundred-packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' on the sales, while they puff L's
leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to everything
They come by one more time, gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting out
Then I can get rid of the
But I copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em like I got 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 like I'm on the
My belt's in the crib on the 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 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 drugs in the school zone
Run! If you chased with no shoes on
Run! that! Run! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is like zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
When you see me get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! got guns! Muthafucka