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 Kardashian
to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two and then be back into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to count cash with
That match with, give me what I'm
The lady in the appear beast on that mattress
That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack
But you be a liability of fat acid
How real is that ass miss? Bend that backwards
Hit one back, crack the like a password
Bet pussy's last word is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I made astronaut
That's NASA[?], be young fly, nasty one
the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slipping, hon

So just ride away
We die today
Got no to waste
So just roll me, baby
or die
Always by side
the end of time
Driving me

First thing's first, I,
all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get down before the
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it or sunny
Just never worry, chinchillas in
Vanilla, that's when you
Check the itinerary whenever necessary
Keep my baby straight, my lady lace
The to [?]
Fool less it's and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she can't stop looking, she like 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 past me
So tempted to grab it, I have it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, 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 time to
So just with me, baby
or die
Always by side
the end of time
Driving me

Getting head in the whip, not it
of a [?] short set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room with lit
little mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull skirt up
I really reading Word Up
Tiger beast, see me on the soon, fold out posters
Hanging on your shorties
I still be fucking women my age when I'm 44
skin, a winning personality
Hard dick, million dollar
These refs calling fouls on me
Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road,
Hop off the bozack, the .44
need low jack to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you know
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you that

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