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 much milk you was breastfed

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

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

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

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

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Heaven forbid, I rip kids, get they blown
'em in packs, and I could rip 'em by the caseload
Ready 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 just blew you out your shoes

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

I keep it clean and always on the
Nigga, you soft and your rhymes need the
No gun chatter on the platter it doesn't matter
Me and the Wolf collaborate to make it fatter

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

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

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

So I predict that all these 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 and everybody else is secondary

But don't you worry, all these brothers got your vision
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 make it overnight
You the singleand you thought that it was overwrite
No, I can do it to you every time
Me and Peanut Wolf gotta run 'em lines

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