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 whip, be above the average
Headed north west, that two seater
Type to give me up in the red light traffic
And ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two and then be back into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash
That match with, give me I'm maxin'
The lady in the streets appear on that mattress
That's it, the only one I'm trying to mack with
But you could be a liability of fat
How real is that ass miss? that shit backwards
Hit one back, the pussy like a password
Bet that pussy's last word is
Ask her, my rocker til I made that astronaut
That's NASA[?], be young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you catch me slipping, hon

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

First first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the bunnies
The hoes me, get down before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but it rain or sunny
Just worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, when you ready
the itinerary whenever it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady
The to [?]
Fool it's planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she just stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all and that's the 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 then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you

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

Getting head in the whip, not it
of a [?] short set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room with lit
little mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and your skirt up
I really remember Word Up
beast, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters
Hanging on your shorties
I still be women half my age when I'm 44
skin, a winning personality
Hard dick, dollar salary
These cheating refs fouls on me
Break the fucking off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll need low jack to define whole back
get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you that

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