Luyện nghe bài hát Run (Remix)

Aiyo, I jumped the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, is coming
Running the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Bugging, only thing I was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is
My pockets is mean, clean I vanished off
Took off, track look easy
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, was rated P.G
Run, I not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to.. Ghost they come now!
Errr! off quick, back 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, they bad with they
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, destroy
a case, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the of Scarface 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 got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, must got word
That I the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge

Run! If you sell in the school zone
Run! If you chased with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! got, guns!
They givin' out life like
Run! If you do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is like 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, Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuffed
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while they L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave
I from the O.G.'s to save everything
They come by one 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, on 'em like I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 on me
(Run!) Scared to death, running I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs feeling like they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, 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 up, and my pants too
If don't 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 somewhere to at
But they too close, and I got this new
Imagine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know I gotta do

Run! If you sell 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
That felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, jump benches!
When you see me get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka