Luyện nghe bài hát Run Up On Ya

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

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

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

thing's first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The hoes love me, get down the money
Just shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the itinerary it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady
The to [?]
Fool less it's planned and is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn, another boy
And she just 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 tempted to it, I gotta have it
We could be lavish so tell me, girl, right away
We hit the bank then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

So just ride away
We could die
Got no time to
So just roll with me,
or die
Always by your
Until the end of
me crazy

Getting head in the whip, not it
Feel of a [?] set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room candle lit
Tell mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your up
I really reading Word Up
Tiger beast, see me on the cover soon, fold out
on your shorties wall
I be fucking women half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a personality
Hard dick, dollar salary
cheating refs calling fouls on me
Break the whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
need low jack to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you know

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