Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On

[Intro: BADA$$]
Yeah, run up on ya bitch
Probably run up on ya bitch

[Verse 1: Joey
Lord, can I get a bad
class whip, be above the average
Headed north west, that two seater
Type to give me up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back into action
No time to relax, I need someone to count this with
That with, give me what I'm askin'
The lady in the streets appear on that mattress
That's it, the only one I'm trying to mack with
But you could be a or fat (ass)et
How is that ass miss? Bend that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, the pussy like a password
Bet pussy's last word is master
Ask her, my rocker til I made that astronaut
NASA thought, be that young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you catch me slipping, hon

[Hook: Elle
So let's ride away
We die today
Got no to waste
So just roll me, baby
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
Driving me

[Verse 2: Joey
First thing's first, I,
all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get down before the
Just know shit get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, chinchillas in
Vanilla, when you ready
Check the itinerary whenever necessary
my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The to Doneva
Fool less it's planned and everything is in
So hit the gas and go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn, beastie boy
And she just stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all and that's the word of
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please walk past me
So tempted to grab it, I gotta it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, away
We could hit the bank then to the hideaway
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you

[Verse 3: Action
head in the whip and not crashing it
FILA Velour set, half Arabic
I sit in dove with candle lit
Tell mama handle it
Or you could the sandals on and pull your skirt up
I really remember Word Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out
on your shorties wall
I still be fucking women half my age I'm 44
skin, a winning personality
Hard dick, million dollar
These refs calling fouls on me
Break the whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll need low jack to define your whole
Euros'll get down, you know
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you that