Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

Aiyo, I from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The fell, cops is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear
Bugging, only I remember was the bullshit summons
So I at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is falling
My pockets is mean, when I vanished off
off, made track look easy
The talkies them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car
Take me to.. Ghost they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the dog
down Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get bagged on a
Run! I seen what happened to Un, bad with they cops
Run! amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not home with no fifty six
Die the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let crackers 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 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! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They out life like wontons
Run! If you do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is like zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka

Yo, uh, it's Task Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred-packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, they puff L's
Don't leave unbagged, shave everything
I learned the O.G.'s to save everything
They come by one more time, they 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 dipping that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 on me
(Run!) to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling like they 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 my hammer 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 lookin' for somewhere to 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 drugs in the school 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
next felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, over benches!
When you see me comin' get the out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka