Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

New York be poppin' the cork on crime look at the
Summertime in the court house oh, shit mine
Two to four three to benatoned it what
We all ran coke grams, you outta
bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
We all slipped through the po-nig bust

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
drop the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the play low
Watch out for po-po how it go
Three in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the
Peep Marcel and comin' 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 parole gotsta it
Slide like a move quick this is it
Hang jump the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah those bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart
Caught up in the traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit

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

Between two cars we park, got sparked
In the heads scramble at the six ooh
Spy's at you one two lookin' too
How you roll what you 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, a curfew

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

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

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

You got my man shot, run
We on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate it's too
held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the burn 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 sell to the dun
Run! If you pack a nice gun
Run! If you want to have fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run