Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On

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

[Verse 1: BADA$$]
Lord, can I get a bad
High class whip, be the average
Headed west, that two seater Kardashian
to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, that blasting
Face two stacks and then be into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash
That with, give me what I'm askin'
The lady in the streets appear beast on that
it, you're 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 like a
Bet that last word is master
Ask her, my rocker til I made that astronaut
That's NASA thought, be that fly, nasty one
the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slipping, hon

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

[Verse 2: BADA$$]
thing's first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The hoes love me, get down the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or
Just never worry, in February
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the itinerary whenever necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lace
The to Doneva
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
Real spitter and all and the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please walk past me
So to grab it, I gotta have it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, away
We could hit the bank escape 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
FILA Velour shorts set, Arabic
I sit in dove room with lit
Tell little handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your up
I remember reading Word Up
Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters
Hanging on your shorties
I still be fucking women half my age I'm 44
Young skin, a winning
dick, million dollar salary
These refs calling fouls on me
Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road,
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll need low jack to your whole back
get down, you know that
Swimming and throwback
Yeah, you that