Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On

[Intro: Joey
Yeah, run up on ya bitch
Probably run up on ya like

1: Joey BADA$$]
Lord, can I get a bad
High class whip, be the average
Headed north west, two seater Kardashian
Type to me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two and then be back into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to this cash with
That match with, give me 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 be a liability or fat (ass)et
How real is ass miss? Bend that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy a password
Bet pussy's last word is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I that astronaut
That's NASA thought, be young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't me slipping, hon

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

[Verse 2: BADA$$]
First thing's first, I,
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the bunnies
The love me, get down before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it or sunny
Just worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's you ready
Check the itinerary whenever necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady
The Margiela to
Fool less it's and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she can't stop looking, she like it raw
spitter and all and that's the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please just walk me
So tempted to grab it, I have it
We could be living so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank then escape to the
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you

[Verse 3: Bronson]
Getting in the whip and not crashing it
FILA Velour set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room candle lit
Tell mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your up
I really remember reading Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the soon, fold out posters
on your shorties wall
I still be fucking half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a winning
dick, million dollar salary
These refs calling fouls on me
Break the whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
need low jack to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you know
trunks and throwback
Yeah, you that