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

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

First thing's first, I,
all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get down the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or
Just never worry, chinchillas in
Vanilla, when you ready
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
no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she can't stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all and that's the word of
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please just walk me
So tempted to grab it, I gotta it
We could be lavish so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, with 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
the end of time
Driving me

head in the whip, not crashing it
Feel of a [?] short set, half
I sit in dove room with lit
Tell little handle it
Or you leave 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 shorties
I still be fucking women half my age I'm 44
Young skin, a personality
Hard dick, dollar salary
These cheating refs calling on me
the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll need low jack to define your back
get down, you know that
Swimming and throwback
Yeah, you know

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