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 whip, be above the average
Headed north west, two seater Kardashian
to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back into action
No to relax, I need someone to count this cash with
That match with, give me I'm askin'
The lady in the streets beast on that mattress
That's it, you're the only one I'm to mack with
But you could be a or fat (ass)et
How real is that ass miss? Bend shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the like a password
Bet that pussy's word is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I made astronaut
That's NASA thought, be young fly, nasty one
the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slipping, hon

[Hook: Varner]
So let's just away
We could die
Got no time to
So roll with me, baby
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
Driving me

2: Joey BADA$$]
First thing's first, I,
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The love me, get down before the money
Just know could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, chinchillas in
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the whenever it's necessary
my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The to Doneva
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 can't stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all and 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 gotta it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, away
We could hit the bank then to the hideaway
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you

[Verse 3: Bronson]
Getting head in the whip and not it
Velour shorts set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room with lit
Tell little mama it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull skirt up
I really remember reading Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, out posters
Hanging on shorties wall
I still be fucking women half my age I'm 44
Young skin, a personality
Hard dick, million dollar
These cheating refs calling on me
the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll low jack to define your whole back
get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you that