Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
Nobody drop the or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the front low
out for po-po thats how it go
Three in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the
Peep Marcel and Brown around dippin' the logo
Run if you got somethin' on you son

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

One twentieth tried to knock my whole
Run! These black boys that take
cop out the shit, take 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 God run hard

Between two we park, pepper got sparked
In the dark scramble at the six ooh
Spy's lookin' at you one two too
How you roll what you let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might you, I don't trust you
Coppers lust over my crew, forget a

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

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

Me and the God to back one eighty five
With the four five that shit
You just came though I remember your face
though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
This will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my jacket get the fuck off, break north
Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the 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, runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates burn 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 fuck out God run hard

Run run