Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

Crack backs on the cash all night
At the drug we hung tight
Three o'clock in the ounces of coke dirty kicks
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 the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the house oh, shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it
We all ran coke grams, you luck
Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for
We all slipped the po-nig nobody bust

Freeze, we in the with the blunts
drop the trees or they 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 Marcel and Brown around dippin' the logo
Run if you ever got on you son

You best a run, be off the set, on the projects
another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit quick this is it
jump from the fire escape, I made it
Drop the fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets
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 traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my whole
Run! These black boys that take
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 you stole let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I trust you
Coppers lust over my crew, a curfew

We gather in the plaza to through
Three sixty with the crime modern day slave
First one to peel, it's not
that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down
Us against brown, run fast you ran track
Never look back the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the and tear ass
Zig zag you reach your stash

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

Me and the God back to one eighty five
the four five survive that shit
You came even though I remember your face
Even though I you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
This cream get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break 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 bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The white rover, with the burn down Gee street
Comin' from state, see me in the drivers seat
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 size gun
Run! If you to still have fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run