Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On

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

[Verse 1: Joey
Lord, can I get a bad
High class whip, be the average
north west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back this action
No to relax, I need someone to count this cash with
That match with, give me what I'm
The lady in the streets appear on that mattress
That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to 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, roll my rocker til I made astronaut
That's thought, be that young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't me slipping, hon

[Hook: Elle
So just ride away
We could die
Got no time to
So just roll with me,
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
me crazy

[Verse 2: Joey
First first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The hoes love me, get before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it or sunny
never worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the itinerary it's 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
no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she can't stop looking, she like it raw
Real and all and that's the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please walk past me
So tempted to grab it, I have it
We could be living so tell me, girl, right away
We hit the bank then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

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