Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

Crack backs on the cash all night
At the site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty
Money gets low in the yo
Tough nickels thats bigger 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 at the nine
Summertime in the court oh, shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it
We all ran coke grams, you outta
Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for
We all slipped through the nobody bust

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
Nobody drop the or they fronts
Meet on the look off the front play low
Watch out for po-po 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 got somethin' on you son

You best a run, be off the set, on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta it
Slide like a rabbit move this is it
Hang jump from the fire escape, I it
Drop the fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets
I'm my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the

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

Between two cars we park, pepper got
In the heads 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 bust you, I don't trust you
Coppers lust over my crew, forget a

We gather in the plaza to through
Three sixty with the crime waves modern day
First one to peel, it's not
Plant that as a matter of fact we 'em down
Us against brown, run fast you ran track
Never look back push the Acc on the
Crash, toss the heat and 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 to back one eighty five
With the five survive that shit
You just came even 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 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 rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
Comin' outta 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 want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Run run