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

So let's just ride
We could die
Got no to waste
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 shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, when you ready
Check the whenever it's necessary
my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The to [?]
Fool less it's planned and everything is in
So hit the gas and go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn, beastie boy
And she just can't 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 walk me
So tempted to grab it, I have it
We be living lavish so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

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

Getting in the whip, not crashing it
Feel of a [?] short set, half
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 soon, fold out posters
Hanging on shorties wall
I be fucking women half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a winning
Hard dick, dollar salary
These cheating refs fouls on me
Break the fucking off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll low jack to define your whole back
get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you that

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