Luyện nghe bài hát Run for It

I be comin' up wit da toy
You can stop, boy
You heard I'm off tha block, boy
chop, boy

Off in ya cut is where I'm
Ready fo'
Soon as I see yo face and
I ain't wit dat

My showed me how to play it in a situation
My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit occupation
So, I the game, bust yo' head if you said my name
I had some of deez scared I came

I some niggaaz out tha Nolia that'll ride fo' me
I kno' niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me
T.C., L.T., and six
Oh, you want some of dat fire you can score in da bricks

You disrespectin' my mind you keep comin' short
I might hitcha wit dat iron 'cuz you need to be
You keep showing yo 'cuz you thank it's a joke
You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon' git

Now, if ya at dat second and dem boyz gotta gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

If ya gotta strap but yo' enemy got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash money
You run for it, run for it, run
(Who me?)

I be in all black
Sometimes, I be jumpin' out in camouflage
Me and Juvenile got two keys we ta ride
Dem boyz playin' wit da upt, well, dey to die
Man, it's that

It's a when you can test me
Heard I run in houses, don't put it me
Hell, look boy, you betta deez niggaz
Fo' I mask up and try ta deez niggaz

You don't my stress troubles
I be back in 2 and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa, my big Juvy
me not to eva letta nigga screw me

Tol' me if I eva did he do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey
And then start runnin'
Hardest on tha block started actin' like a woman
Tha 4-foot in ya area bustin'

Load it up, it in
Cock it back, pop it out, we
[Incomprehensible] I'll run in a spot
I'll sit on a busta porch, I'll sleep on a busta
Apply and then let go

Bang, cowards keep playin', get hurt
Motha-flirk see I dont curse wet up yo shirt
all my enemy's see me comin'
All my peugh be runnin'

Now, if ya at dat second and dem boyz gotta gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya gotta strap but yo' enemy got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash brotha
You run for it, run for it, run

You I'm playin'-a somthin', Lil Woo dey', I ain't trippin'
Tha beef started last week and dem still be hittin'
Two children got and a ol' lady got hit
Look, I'm 'bout ta git tha 'cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit

Now, you could be comin' and runnin' to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you shit 'cuz ya
I won't be witcha when it's happening either
I probably be some ducked off takin' a nap wit my people

I'd see it on T.V. Than I see it in person
And having my fucking' head hurtin' when dem be burstin'
I bet if yo' beef see ya, he ain't gon' fo' ya dog
Our all gon' try to rearrange ja fo' ya dog

A 2nd line and round dem clubs, no place fo' ya dog
Dem same niggaz you up wit playa-hatin' ya dog
I see 'em comin' wit and I know they gon' bust
Lil' Wayne hol' up, we kiting out sho'

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem 'bout ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't gotta strap but yo' got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got it wit a cash money brotha
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya at dat second and dem boyz gotta gun
You run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't gotta but yo' enemy got one
You run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash brotha
You run for it, run for it, run

Ya run for it, run for it
Ya run for it, run for it
Ya run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it, gun for it

Ya run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it, gun for it