Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

Aiyo, I jumped the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The fell, cops is coming
Running the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Bugging, only thing I remember was the summons
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, is falling
My pockets is mean, when I vanished off
Took off, made look easy
The walkie them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not up, no, quick flag the car down
me to.. Ghost here they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the dog
Turned Hill, light the Marley 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, 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 throw me in
Bounce if you a kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got
Heard I was killing shit, they must got
That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna

Run! If you sell drugs in the zone
Run! If you chased with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They 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 comin' get the 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 hundred hundred-packs in my backyard
twelve-twelve's, that look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while they L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, everything
I from the O.G.'s to save everything
They come by one more time, gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting out
I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em like I got on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 on me
(Run!) to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My start feeling like they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm to hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they kill me, they gon' 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 this new
Imagine if I would of let off a or two, you know what I gotta do

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