Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the front low
Watch out for thats how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown around dippin' 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 rabbit quick this is it
Hang from 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 up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit

One tried to knock my whole click
Run! These black boys that none
cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit
Run! If you ever a nice size gun
Run! If you sell drugs to dun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Between two cars we park, pepper got
In the dark scramble at the six ooh
lookin' at you one two lookin' 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 my crew, forget a curfew

We gather in the plaza to through
Three sixty with the crime waves day slave
First one to peel, not real
that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us brown, run fast like you ran track
Never look back push the Acc on the
Crash, the heat and tear ass
Zig zag till you reach stash

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

Me and the God back to one eighty five
With the four five survive that
You just even though I remember your face
Even 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 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 on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the it's too late
Fate you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers
Coolin' 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 nice gun
Run! If you to still have fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run