Luyện nghe bài hát Run (The Pillage)

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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze with the
Nobody drop the or they fronts
Meet on the roof off the front 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 comin' around dippin' the logo
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 move quick this is it
Hang jump from the fire escape, I it
the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, in my travel
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my skip
Caught up in the drug 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, 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 out word God run hard

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

We gather in the to jerk through
Three sixty with the waves modern day slave
one to peel, it's not real
Plant that as a of fact we crack 'em down
Us brown, run fast 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 to your dun
Run! Be the out word to God run hard

Me and the God back to back one five
With the four survive that shit
You just came though I remember your face
Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in kid
This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you run
Don't 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 on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate it's too
Fate held you over, jakes for snakes
The white rover, the plates burn down Gee street
Comin' outta state, see me in the drivers seat
without the I.D., it's 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 still fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run