Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

Crack backs on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung
Three in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money low in the street yo
times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty

New be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the house oh, shit whats mine
Two to four to nine benatoned it what
We all ran grams, you outta luck
Young bucks carrying gats, fat for what
We all slipped through the nobody bust

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
Nobody drop the trees or they
Meet on the roof look off the front 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 got somethin' 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 like a move quick this is it
Hang jump from the fire escape, I it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck bullets
I'm my pants, I advance 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 to knock my whole click
Run! These black boys that take
Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that
Run! If you ever a nice size gun
Run! If you drugs to your dun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

two cars we park, pepper got sparked
In the heads scramble at the six ooh
Spy's lookin' at you one two too
How you roll you stole let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't you
Coppers lust my crew, forget a curfew

We in the plaza to jerk through
sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
First one to peel, not real
that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run like you ran track
look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, the heat and tear ass
Zig zag till you reach stash

Run! If you sell drugs to dun
Run! Be the fuck out to God run hard

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

You got my man shot, run
We on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the it's too late
held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates burn Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers
Coolin' without the I.D., not me
to the God, D I V I N E

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

Run run