Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

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

Run! If you sell drugs in the zone
Run! If you getting chased with no on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They out life like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That felony, nigga, is like 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 hundred hundred-packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while puff L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave
I from the O.G.'s to save everything
They by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting out
Then I can get rid of the
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em like I got on me
(Run!) that, I got about 5 years on me
(Run!) to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs feeling like they 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 floor by my
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my too
If they don't 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 in the school zone
Run! If you getting with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They givin' out 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 comin' get the out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!