Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On Ya

Yeah, run up on ya bitch
Probably run up on ya bitch

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

So let's just away
We could die
Got no time to
So just roll me, baby
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
me crazy

First first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The hoes me, get down before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but it rain or sunny
Just never worry, in February
Vanilla, that's when you
the itinerary whenever it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady
The 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 looking, she like it raw
spitter 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 it, I gotta have it
We could be lavish so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

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

Getting head in the whip, not it
of a [?] short set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room candle lit
little mama handle it
Or you could leave the on and pull your skirt up
I really reading Word Up
Tiger beast, see me on the cover soon, out posters
on your shorties wall
I still be fucking women my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a personality
Hard dick, dollar salary
These cheating refs 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 to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you that
Swimming and throwback
Yeah, you know

So just ride away
We die today
Got no to waste
So roll with me, baby
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
Driving me