Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the with the blunts
Nobody the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the 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 Brown comin' around the logo
Run if you ever got on you son

You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the
Cease another vick, weed in your and parole gotsta 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 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
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my whole
Run! These black boys that none
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 drugs to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Between two cars we park, pepper got
In the dark heads 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 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 as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run fast you ran track
look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, the heat and tear 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 back one eighty
With the four survive that shit
You just came even though I your face
Even though I seen you there bowlin' in green kid
This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you run
Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, 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 it's one thing in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate too late
Fate held you over, runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
Comin' outta state, see me in the drivers 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 to still have fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run