Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the with the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or fronts
Meet on the 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 and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo
Run if you ever got on you son

You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the
Cease another vick, in your piss and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit move this is it
Hang jump the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip all on it, ah fuck 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 skip
up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit

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

Between two cars we park, pepper got
In the dark heads at the six ooh
lookin' at you one two lookin' 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
Three sixty the crime waves modern day slave
First one to peel, it's not
Plant that as a matter of we crack 'em down
Us brown, run fast like you ran track
Never look back the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, the heat and tear ass
Zig zag you reach your stash

Run! If you drugs to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out word to God run

Me and the God back to back one eighty
With the four survive that shit
You just came though I remember your face
Even though I seen you there bowlin' in green kid
This cream get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my don't get the fuck off, break north
Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block too hot

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the
And not smilin' on the gate too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The white rover, the plates burn 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 want to have fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run