Luyện nghe bài hát Run the Line

Yo I tell you niggas
You better stay and lay your ass in the cut
I'm goin' for heads, lay you for dead, foldin' emcees like
And you ain't had this much milk since you was

Galleons on courts for sports, I bust on the double
Destroyin' fools who wanna give me trouble
Ball stuffle, six feet, women be lovin' it
Brothers be o' stickin' but I be shovin' it

Ready, unload with fat tracks from
my thang since 16 in '86
Hey yo, sayin' that the West it
Nigga, I'll smack you in mouth for that shit

Let me show you what I claim, I'm my thang
But everybody out in Cali don't
You open up them mic's and get out my face
Give me some space, break out them old Nikes

You run for the crib 'cause run in your jigs
I'll you home with a broke back and cracked whig
Microphone's in control, so explode
Motherfuckers to punch up the flexcode

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Heaven forbid, I rip kids, get they face
Bring 'em in packs, and I could rip 'em by the
Ready explode on contact for that
Flash these lyrics and ready for

Who wanna step to get a rep playin' jet
Me and my man be on tracks at the inner sect
Mass confuse, hit your fellas off with bad
'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes

Here's this mic, you can praise it if you to
Should've been there when your really needed you
too late, had to blast off like 38's
Food for thought but don't be of no dirty plates

I keep it clean and on the uppernut
Nigga, you soft and rhymes need the toughin'-up
No gun chatter on the platter 'cause it doesn't
Me and the Wolf collaborate just to it fatter

You better scatter the roaches with the lights on
I tell these don't you bother turn them mics on
Goin' deep quarterbacks on they long throw
And Time Waits For No Man label Throw

The LP, in '97 you'll be me
Gradual to your nut got you seein' three
I'm runnin' rhymes while the clock is steady runnin'
Crab emcees get in block to start run in lines

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Comin' in thirst, brothers shouldn't say word
Kickin' your rhymes but they was already heard
Give me respect, it be the Ras the triple threat
Smash eject, 'cause already know comin' next

So I predict that all brothers goin' to be ridin' dicks
Break out the axe because it's that you get 86
Playin' these scrubs in nightclubs like they
I'm first class and else is secondary

But you worry, all these brothers got your vision blurry
to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks
Keep it intact with screws, roll with tools
And now you missin' and your face is on tonight's

So pay your dues, don't nobody make it
You heard the you thought that it was overwrite
No, 'cause I can do it to you time
Me and Peanut Butter Wolf run 'em lines

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