Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th step, hit the ground
The fell, cops is coming
through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Bugging, only thing I remember was the bullshit
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, is falling
My pockets is mean, clean I vanished off
Took off, track look easy
The walkie them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick the car down
Take me to.. here they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the dog
Turned Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I not get bagged on a rock
Run! I seen happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence
a case, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and fifty licks
Before I let these crackers me in shit
Bounce if you a kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got
Heard I was shit, they must got word
That I told the chief of Rich I don't wanna 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
next felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!

Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the car
I got five hundred in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, they puff L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave
I learned from the O.G.'s to everything
come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting out
I can get rid of the pack
But I copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em like I got on me
(Run!) that, I got about 5 years on me
(Run!) Scared to death, like I got bears on me
(Run!) My start feeling like they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) hard for me to slow 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 up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets, jail where I die at
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm for somewhere to hide at
But too close, and I got this new toast
Imagine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I do

Run! If you sell drugs in the school
Run! If you chased with no shoes on
Run! that! Run! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like
Run! If you do shit, you it
next 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