Luyện nghe bài hát Run 4 Cover

Yo, yo, enta,
Enta,

the synical lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I spit flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic
therapist my clan's too original
My bang to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for common street criminals
Who come test, lick the sweat from my genitals?
We can get off the mic, and get a little

I was born a rock, they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on
I speak dope, hit man for hire
I quote notes dope rhyme supplier
glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop till I retire

When it to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower
your section eight home to your pay phone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for the
I water, I ride the wale ate, Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black cape
You woke up four Gorillas wit a
Packin' a punch asthma takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane over

Yo, yo you can't talk wit the tape
Pass the pussy, get out, date's
Back to gray Nova that's way slower
to five on the highway shoulder
Enemies say, "Doc the one to closer"
This baboon loose off the choker
Hardcore, Jacore, I hate
But y'all spread my bullet's daytona

Comin', through duck
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Comin', comin' duck
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Comin', through duck
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Comin', comin' through
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Comin', through duck
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Comin', comin' through
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Comin', comin' through
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Comin', comin' duck
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Yo, this ain't ya granddaddy music, hip-hop
through your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred thousand on some bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a clip, clap out
Touch one if any, that's my conquest
Now tell that to the court, I plead no contest
none of y'all, please

I train pussy ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, movin' on ya
Mista who Meth, black beatin' on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest all them threats
Here's a chin check cash and splash niggas in half
rappers like hash, soke 'em down to ashes
At last it's the crew that party crashes the
Madness wildin' out like special ed

Straight out the gate, meet
Don of all dons, behind New King Tut wit one arm
Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast wit power
Whips dirty dustin' my bitch, Parole
shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out
We in the spot go off though
out his mask it was Ollie North
Oh shit, up what up Ghost
Congratulations on your new
it dead who max the most

Word up you got the most
Brave spin this
For under come down in the he need minutes
Told y'all I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA wit Jack Nicklaus
of Mary, gas that bust mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and out turkey

That's the way I it
ass rusty ass niggas
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