Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

New York be poppin' the cork on crime at the nine
Summertime in the court house oh, shit whats
Two to four 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 nobody

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or they
Meet on the roof 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 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 piss and parole have it
Slide like a rabbit quick this is it
Hang from the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah those bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I in my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit

One twentieth to knock my whole click
Run! black boys that take none
Don't cop out the shit, take the six and you add that shit
Run! If you pack a nice size gun
Run! If you drugs to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Between two cars we park, got sparked
In the heads scramble at the six ooh
Spy's 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 plaza to jerk
Three sixty with the crime modern day slave
First one to peel, it's not
Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em
Us brown, run fast like you ran track
look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and ass
Zig zag till you reach stash

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
the four five survive that shit
You came even though I remember your face
Even though I seen you there bowlin' in green kid
This cream will get you rocked, if you don't run
Don't my jacket 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 Island one thing bein' in the bing
And not on the gate it's too late
Fate you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
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 have fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run