Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the front low
Watch out for po-po how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and comin' around dippin' the logo
Run if you ever got on you son

You a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta 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 fuck bullets
I'm my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I surrounded by the outfit

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

Between two cars we park, pepper got
In the dark 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 wasn't a cop I might you, I don't trust you
Coppers lust over my crew, forget a

We gather in the to jerk through
sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
First one to peel, it's not
Plant that as a of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run fast like you ran
look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and 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 five survive that shit
You just came though I remember your face
Even though I you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
This cream get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my jacket don't get the 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 smilin' on the it's too late
Fate held you over, runnin' for snakes
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 a nice size gun
Run! If you to still have fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Run run