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 the average
Headed north west, that two seater
Type to me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be into this action
No time to relax, I someone to count this cash with
That match with, me what 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 backwards
Hit one back, crack the pussy like a
Bet that pussy's last 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 catch me slipping, hon

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

thing's first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the bunnies
The love me, get down before the money
Just know could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, in February
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the itinerary whenever it's
my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The to [?]
Fool less planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn, another 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, please just walk me
So tempted to it, I gotta have it
We could be living so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank then escape to the
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you

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

Getting in the whip, not crashing it
Feel of a [?] set, half Arabic
I sit in dove with candle lit
Tell little mama it
Or you could the sandals on and pull your skirt up
I really remember reading Up
Tiger beast, see me on the cover soon, fold out
Hanging on your wall
I be fucking 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 whistle off in his ass, now hit the road,
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll need low jack to define your whole
get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you know

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