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 night ounces of coke dirty
gets low in the street yo
Tough nickels 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 mine
Two to four three to nine it what
We all ran grams, you outta luck
Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for
We all slipped through the nobody bust

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
Nobody the trees or they fronts
on the roof look off the front play low
Watch out for thats 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 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 a rabbit move quick this is it
Hang from 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 fucked up whip, make my heart
up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my click
Run! These black that take none
cop out the shit, take 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 dark scramble at the six ooh
Spy's lookin' at you one two 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
lust over my crew, forget a curfew

We gather in the to jerk through
Three sixty with the waves modern day slave
First one to peel, it's not
that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run fast like you ran
Never back 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 one eighty five
With the four survive that shit
You just even though I remember your face
Even though I seen you rollin' bowlin' in green kid
This cream 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 smilin' on the it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The white rover, with the plates burn Gee street
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 sell to the dun
Run! If you pack a size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Run run