Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or fronts
Meet on the look off the front play low
out for po-po thats how it go
Three in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the
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 piss and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit move this is it
Hang jump the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those
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 drug traffic I surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth to knock my whole click
Run! These black boys that take
Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that
Run! If you ever a nice size gun
Run! If you sell to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

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

We in the plaza to jerk through
Three sixty with the crime modern day slave
one to peel, it's not real
Plant as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us brown, run fast like you ran track
Never back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the and tear ass
Zig zag you reach your stash

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

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

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the
And not smilin' on the gate it's too
Fate you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the 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 nice gun
Run! If you to still have fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run