Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On

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

[Verse 1: BADA$$]
Lord, can I get a bad
class whip, be above the average
Headed north west, that two seater
Type to give me brain up in the red 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 match with, give me what I'm
The lady in the streets appear beast on that
That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack
But you could be a or fat (ass)et
How real is that ass miss? Bend that backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a
Bet that pussy's last 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

Elle Varner]
So let's just away
We die today
Got no time to
So just roll with me,
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
me crazy

[Verse 2: BADA$$]
First thing's first, I,
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the bunnies
The hoes love me, get down before the
Just shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, in February
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the itinerary whenever necessary
my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The Margiela to
Fool it's planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn, another boy
And she just 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 just past me
So tempted to grab it, I have it
We could be lavish 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, with me?
Is you

[Verse 3: Action
Getting head in the whip and not it
FILA Velour shorts set, half
I sit in room with candle lit
Tell little mama it
Or you could leave the on and pull your skirt up
I really remember Word Up
Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters
Hanging on your shorties
I still be women half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a winning
dick, million dollar salary
These cheating refs 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 your whole back
Euros'll get down, you that
trunks and throwback
Yeah, you that