Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Yeah, niggas want to talk shit in the muthafucking
I got something for your motherfucking ass, it out

Rampage, I'm coming express your chest
In the Lex GS, talking BS
My watch is still
850 for the

I'm rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme stab
their rusty ass friend to the lab
You's a crab, I take mines off the top Fab
Hit you a jab for the '98

one in Billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you get scrape
Rampage, Alexander the

What? run for cover for it's too late, what?
You we got it locked way out of state, what?

Now whose the chick to ice the cake
Put it through on my license plate
(Aight)
Ripping MCs, got a rap chick fiending
(Fiending)
Celine type
(Creaming)
Make them rappers poof them crackers did Keenen

Meaning I run that, waiting on mine I'm the LL comeback
Wack rappers crawled out from
Now you souped 'cuz you slithered up the todem
Flipmode affiliate of, of Time, Warner
Send all you back to decorate the corner

Better run for for it's too late, what?
You know we got it way out of state, what?

Now Sham take the safety off hold

There's a lot of cats that jump in their man's Rolls
to my show with these fake wallos
Turquoise hid invoiced with plans to
See me backstage with the gauge my pants leg

Handmade suits, is in the briefcase
Life negotiate, so when I these pies
I'm your dime
Flow for flow, battling
Talking some crime, now I gotta split time
(What, what?)
Get your shit pushed back like seats recline
(Yeah)

Better run for cover for too late, what?
You know we got it way out of state, what?

Sliff throw on my scully, tipping my brim
(Uh, huh)
Stand on the street corner up my Timbs
Take off my jacket, the four fifth, cause a racket
(That's right)
Freaky fella, swaggert, kill a sucka, brothers had it
(Wha? Ha)

Contradiction,
False leadership, Nixon
Bouncing and the lanes, all up in the Range
Here's a fifty for twenty dollars of gas, my change

Better run for for it's too late, what?
You we got it locked way out of state, what?
run for cover for it's too late, what?
You know we got it locked way out of state,

Hey, it's the famous international, sinner irrational
(Ha)
Nigga who dance wolves, masterful bash skulls
Crack axles peel out in black
Splatter brains on dashboards, anthrax wars

Seize like task force, die on a cross
(Ha)
4th, blow your hands off
(Blaow)
Special
Jam 'cause with ghetto misery I'm killa breeds of canine
Last name, it through the grapevine

Killing your blood bug
States divide with hate crimes
Roll snake eyes in the concrete of hell
Lord have, stays super like the son of Jor-el

What? You we got it locked way out of state, what?
run for cover for it's too late, what?
You know we got it locked way out of state,

I be the last nigga, the quick to bust your ass,
Do anything in this to get the cash, niggas
I might even get mad and slash niggas
Rob and get away in a car and crash niggas

the world gonna do when I drop the smash, nigga?
Iron all in your face, don't make me the trigga
Another reason for me to have to my own swigga
Thought I was posing for word up but a Fed my picture

general I represent the underneath
The ask for shit beef, the greatest fucking thief
Brick layer, hardcore, smash your front
it straight, giving their mother mad grief

Rob a nigga, strip him down, leave him in his
Do so much dirt, the asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip, his whole belief
Started wilding in the with them niggas starting beef
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