Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the with the blunts
Nobody the trees or they fronts
Meet on the look 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' dippin' the logo
Run if you ever got 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 rabbit move this is it
jump from 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 fucked up whip, make my skip
up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my click
Run! These black boys that take
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 sell drugs to dun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

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

We gather in the to jerk through
Three with the crime waves modern day slave
First one to peel, not real
that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run fast you ran track
Never look push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, the heat and tear 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 that shit
You just came even I remember your face
Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in kid
This cream will get you rocked, if you don't run
Don't grab my jacket 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 Island one thing bein' in the bing
And not on the gate it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes for snakes
The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee
Comin' from outta state, see me in the seat
without the I.D., it's not me
to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you drugs to the dun
Run! If you pack a size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run