Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On

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

[Verse 1: Joey
Lord, can I get a bad
class whip, be above the average
Headed west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red traffic
And keep ya head up, that 2Pac
Face two stacks and be back into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to this cash with
That match with, give me what I'm
The lady in the streets beast on that mattress
That's it, you're the only one I'm to mack with
But you be a liability or fat (ass)et
How real is that ass miss? Bend shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the like a password
Bet pussy's last word is master
Ask her, roll my 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 could die
Got no time to
So just roll me, baby
or die
Always by your
the end of time
Driving me

[Verse 2: Joey
First first, I, Joey
all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
The hoes me, get down before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it or sunny
Just never worry, in February
Vanilla, that's you ready
Check the itinerary it's necessary
Keep my straight, peep my lady lace
The Margiela to
Fool it's planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she just can't 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 lavish so tell me, girl, right
We could hit the bank escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

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