Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

Crack backs heavy on the cash all
At the drug we hung tight
Three in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
gets low in the street yo
Tough times thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid nothin pretty

New York be poppin' the cork on look at the nine
Summertime in the court house oh, shit mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it
We all ran coke grams, you outta
bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
We all through the po-nig nobody bust

Freeze, we in the with the blunts
Nobody drop the or they fronts
Meet on the look off the front play low
Watch out for thats how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown around dippin' the logo
Run if you got somethin' on you son

You best a run, be off the set, on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in your piss and gotsta have it
like a rabbit move quick this is it
Hang jump from the escape, I made it
the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I in my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on 'em, and I up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to my whole click
Run! These black that take none
Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add shit
Run! If you ever pack a nice gun
Run! If you sell to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

two cars we park, pepper got sparked
In the heads scramble at the six ooh
Spy's at you one two lookin' too
How you roll you stole let me see you
Nah you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
Coppers lust my crew, forget a curfew

We gather in the plaza to jerk
Three sixty the crime waves modern day slave
First one to peel, not real
that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run like you ran track
Never back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and ass
Zig zag till you reach your

Run! If you sell to your dun
Run! Be the out word to God run hard

Me and the God back to back one five
With the four five survive that
You came even though I remember your face
Even though I seen you rollin' there in green kid
This will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break
Or go to jail, life is strife, on the block it's too hot

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing in the bing
And not smilin' on the it's too late
held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the burn down Gee street
from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
Coolin' without the I.D., not me
to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you drugs to the dun
Run! If you pack a size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run