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 class whip, be above the
Headed west, that two seater Kardashian
to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back into action
No time to relax, I need someone to count cash with
That match with, give me I'm maxin'
The lady in the appear beast on that mattress
it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack with
But you could be a of fat acid
How real is that ass miss? Bend shit backwards
Hit one back, the pussy like a password
Bet that pussy's last is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that
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 die today
Got no to waste
So just roll me, baby
or die
Always by side
Until the end of
me crazy

First first, I, Joey
all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get before the money
Just shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
never worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, when you ready
Check the itinerary it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, my lady lace
The to [?]
Fool it's planned and everything 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 grab it, I have it
We could be living lavish so me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank then to the hideaway
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

So let's just ride
We could die
Got no time to
So just with 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 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, out posters
Hanging on shorties wall
I still be fucking half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a personality
dick, million dollar salary
These cheating refs fouls on me
Break the whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll low jack to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you know
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you know

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