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

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

First first, I, Joey
all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get down before the
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 necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lace
The to [?]
Fool less it's planned and everything is in
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 just past me
So tempted to it, I gotta have it
We could be lavish 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, 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
the end of time
Driving me

head in the whip, not crashing it
Feel of a [?] 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 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
Young skin, a personality
Hard dick, million dollar
These refs calling fouls on me
Break the whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll need low jack to define your whole
Euros'll get down, you know
trunks and throwback
Yeah, you that

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