Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or fronts
Meet on the roof off the front play low
Watch out for po-po how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the
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
like 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 drug I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my whole
Run! These black boys that none
Don't cop out the shit, the three six and you add that shit
Run! If you ever a nice size gun
Run! If you drugs to your 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 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 bust you, I don't trust you
Coppers lust my crew, forget a curfew

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

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

Me and the God back to one eighty five
With the four five survive that
You just came even though I remember your
Even though I you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
cream 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, word life is strife, on the block too hot

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island it's one bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes for snakes
The white rover, with the plates burn Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the seat
Coolin' the I.D., it's not me
to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you sell to the dun
Run! If you a nice size gun
Run! If you want to have fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run