Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On Ya

Yeah, run up on ya like
Probably run up on ya like

Lord, can I get a bad
High class whip, be above the
Headed north west, that two Kardashian
Type to give me up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back into this
No time to relax, I need someone to count this with
That match with, give me I'm maxin'
The lady in the streets beast on that mattress
That's it, you're the one I'm trying to mack with
But you could be a of fat acid
How real is that ass miss? Bend that shit
Hit one back, crack the like a password
Bet pussy's last word is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I made astronaut
That's NASA[?], be young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't me slipping, hon

So let's just ride
We die today
Got no time to
So just with me, baby
or die
Always by your
Until the end of
me crazy

First thing's first, I,
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The hoes me, get down before the money
Just know could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the itinerary whenever necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady
The to [?]
Fool less it's 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
Real spitter and all and that's the 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 so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank then escape to the
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you

So let's just ride
We die today
Got no to waste
So just roll with me,
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
me crazy

Getting in the whip, not crashing it
Feel of a [?] short set, half
I sit in dove room with lit
Tell mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your up
I really remember Word Up
beast, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters
Hanging on your wall
I still be women half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a winning
dick, million dollar salary
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 need low to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you know

So let's ride away
We die today
Got no to waste
So roll with me, baby
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
me crazy