Luyện nghe bài hát Run the Line

Yo I you niggas what
You better stay home and lay ass in the cut
I'm for heads, lay you for dead, foldin' emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this milk since you was breastfed

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

Ready, unload with fat from lootkids
my thang since 16 in '86
Hey yo, sayin' the West ain't it
Nigga, I'll you in your mouth for that shit

Let me you what I claim, I'm doin' my thang
But everybody out in don't gangbang
You better up them mic's and get out my face
Give me space, better 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
need to punch up the flexcode

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

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

Here's mic, you can praise it if you need to
been there when your brother really needed you
It's too late, had to blast off 38's
Food for thought but be eatin' of no dirty plates

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

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

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

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in thirst, brothers shouldn't say another word
Kickin' your rhymes but they was verses already
Give me respect, it be the Ras with the triple
Smash eject, 'cause already what's comin' next

So I predict that all these brothers goin' to be dicks
Break out the axe because time that you get 86
Playin' these scrubs in nightclubs like legendary
I'm first class and everybody is secondary

But don't you worry, all these brothers got your blurry
to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks
Keep it intact screws, roll with tight tools
And now you missin' and your face is on news

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

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