Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

Crack heavy on the cash all night
At the site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke kicks
Money low in the street yo
Tough nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff neck city ain't nothin kid ain't nothin pretty

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

Freeze, we in the with the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or they
on the roof look off the front 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 and parole gotsta have it
Slide a rabbit move quick this is it
Hang jump the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck 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 knock my whole
Run! black boys that take none
Don't cop out the shit, the three six and you add that shit
Run! If you ever pack a size gun
Run! If you drugs to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Between two cars we park, pepper got
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 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 jerk
Three sixty with the crime waves modern day
one to peel, it's not real
Plant that as a matter of fact we 'em down
Us against brown, run like you ran track
Never look back push the Acc on the
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 back to back one eighty
With the four five that shit
You just came even I remember your face
Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in kid
This will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my 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 wylin on Staten it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate it's too
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
Comin' from 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 nice gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run