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 thing I remember was the summons
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is
My pockets is mean, clean I vanished off
Took off, made look easy
The walkie them 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, the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get on a rock
Run! I seen what happened to Un, bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, evidence
a case, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers me in shit
if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these got nerve
Heard I was shit, they must got word
That I told the chief of Rich Port I wanna merge

Run! If you sell in the school zone
Run! If you getting chased no shoes on
Run! that! Run! Cops got, guns!
givin' out life like wontons
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! Fuck that! Run! got guns! Muthafucka

Yo, uh, it's Task Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred hundred-packs in my
twelve-twelve's, that look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' on the sales, while they puff L's
leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned the O.G.'s to save everything
They come by one more time, they 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 with that
Uh, on 'em like I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got 5 years on me
(Run!) Scared to death, like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling like Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to down, it's like I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my 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 they too close, and I got new toast
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 getting chased 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! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!