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 night ounces of coke dirty
Money gets low in the yo
Tough times nickels thats bigger dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff neck city nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty

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

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
drop the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof 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' dippin' the logo
Run if you got somethin' 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 from the fire escape, I it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those
I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the

One twentieth tried to knock my whole
Run! These black boys that none
Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add shit
Run! If you ever a nice size 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 heads scramble 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
Coppers over my crew, forget a curfew

We gather in the plaza to jerk
Three sixty with the crime waves modern day
one to peel, it's not real
Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em
Us against brown, run like you ran track
Never look push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and ass
Zig zag you reach your stash

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

Me and the God to back one eighty five
With the four five that shit
You just even though I remember your face
Even I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
This will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break north
Or go to jail, life 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 too late
Fate held you over, runnin' for snakes
The rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the 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 pack a nice gun
Run! If you want to have fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

Run run