Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the
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, clean I vanished off
off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, they was P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick the car down
Take me to.. Ghost here they now!
Errr! off quick, back up, hit the bitch dog
Turned Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get bagged on a
Run! I seen happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, destroy
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home with no six
Die with the of Scarface and take fifty licks
I let these 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 must got
That I told the chief of Rich I don't wanna merge

Run! If you drugs 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!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka

Yo, uh, it's Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred hundred-packs in my
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuffed
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, they puff L's
Don't nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned 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 knocked out
Then I can get rid of the
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dipping with
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 Timbs start feeling like they Nike on me
(Run!) hard for me to slow 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 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 they too close, and I got this new
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! that! Run! Cops 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!
you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka