Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On

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

[Verse 1: BADA$$]
Lord, can I get a bad
High class whip, be above the
north west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red light
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 with
That with, give me what I'm askin'
The lady in the streets appear beast on that
That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to with
But you could be a or fat (ass)et
How real is ass miss? Bend that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the like a password
Bet that pussy's last is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I that astronaut
That's NASA thought, be that young fly, one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't me slipping, hon

Elle Varner]
So just ride away
We could die
Got no time to
So roll with me, baby
or die
Always by your
the end of time
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 shit could get ugly, but whether it or sunny
never worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's you ready
Check the itinerary it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lace
The Margiela to
less 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 stop looking, she it raw
spitter and all and that's the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, just walk past me
So tempted to grab it, I gotta it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right
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]
head in the whip and not crashing it
FILA Velour shorts set, half
I sit in room with candle lit
little mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your up
I really remember reading Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the soon, fold out posters
on your shorties wall
I still be fucking women half my age I'm 44
Young skin, a winning
Hard dick, million dollar
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 low jack to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you that