Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

Crack backs heavy on the all night
At the drug we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty
gets low in the street yo
Tough times nickels bigger than dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff neck ain't nothin 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 three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke grams, you outta
bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
We all through the po-nig nobody bust

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

You best a run, be off the set, on the projects
Cease another vick, in your piss and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit quick this is it
Hang jump the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah those bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, 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 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 ever pack a nice gun
Run! If you sell to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Between two cars we park, got sparked
In the dark heads at the six ooh
Spy's 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
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, not real
that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run fast like you ran
Never look push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the and tear ass
Zig zag till you reach your

Run! If you sell drugs to 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 even though I remember your face
though I seen 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 fuck off, north
Or go to jail, word is strife, on the block 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 it's too
Fate held you over, jakes for snakes
The white rover, the plates burn down Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the seat
Coolin' the I.D., it's not me
to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you drugs to the dun
Run! If you pack a nice gun
Run! If you want to have fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run