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 much since you was breastfed

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

Ready, unload fat tracks from lootkids
Doin' my since 16 in '86
Hey yo, that 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 open up them and get out my face
Give me space, better break out them old Nikes

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

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Heaven forbid, I rip kids, get they face
Bring 'em in packs, and I rip 'em by the caseload
Ready on contact for that contract
Flash lyrics and ready for mic-combat

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

this 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 be eatin' of no dirty plates

I keep it clean and always on the
Nigga, you soft and rhymes need the toughin'-up
No gun chatter on the platter 'cause it matter
Me and the Wolf collaborate just to it fatter

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

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

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

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

But don't you worry, all these got your vision blurry
Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest
it intact with screws, roll with tight tools
And now you missin' and your is on tonight's news

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

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