Luyện nghe bài hát Run the Line

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

Galleons on courts for sports, I bust bubbles on the
Destroyin' these who wanna give me trouble
Ball with stuffle, six feet, women be it
Brothers be thinkin o' stickin' but I be it

Ready, unload with fat tracks lootkids
Doin' my since 16 in '86
Hey yo, sayin' the West ain't it
Nigga, smack you in your mouth for that shit

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

You better run for the crib run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and whig
in control, so ready explode
Motherfuckers need to up the flexcode

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Comin' in thirst, brothers say another word
Kickin' rhymes but they was verses already heard
Give me respect, it be the Ras with the triple
Smash eject, 'cause know what's comin' next

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

But don't you worry, all these brothers got 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 news

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

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