Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

New York be poppin' the on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house oh, whats mine
Two to four three to nine 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 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 and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo
Run if you got somethin' on you son

You a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in your and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a move quick this is it
jump from the fire escape, I made it
Drop the fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets
I'm my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, my heart skip
Caught up in the drug I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my click
Run! These black that take none
cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit
Run! If you ever a nice size gun
Run! If you sell drugs to dun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Between two cars we park, got sparked
In the dark heads at the six ooh
Spy's lookin' at you one two 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 with the crime waves day slave
one to peel, it's not real
Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em
Us against brown, run fast you ran track
look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and ass
Zig zag you reach your stash

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

Me and the God back to back one eighty
With the four five survive shit
You just came even though I your face
Even though I seen you rollin' there in green kid
This cream get you rocked, knocked 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 it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not on the gate it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee
Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers
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 a nice size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Run run