Luyện nghe bài hát Run It

[Verse 1: Meek
Cuban Linx and
We might get the
Pull up on a take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six it Cee-Lo
bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas as fuck
Big ass like I'm whipping the truck
I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm with Puff
And talking business with Jigga at lunch
cray, that's cray
New toys, lets
I brought spades, with the deuce, poof, let's [?]
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for tre
And I ride, for the Ye, side, Kim K
White girl, The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm in a space ship?
My money talkin' and my Rollie never niggas
Five [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

Joyner Lucas & Timbaland]
I'm a way...
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it

This is we do
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it

[Verse 2: Joyner
My look like Halle
My bitch look like
Your bitch don't look
None of ya'll hoes can me
Can't touch me, can't touch
MC with the swaggy
cuff me, can't function
Bitch, I don't to get married
They ain't ever me on payroll
They ain't ever want me say-so
Always had a on J-Lo
Thought I was the man 'til my broke
I was so broke change clothes
You don't it real, you a lame-o
You make a move 'til I say so
When I get loose, anything
Money in the fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I to get away
I I'm tripping cause a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I struggled day
Talking to God I'm hoping he do some magic
Hoping to get and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother fucking
Then move my friends in, and get
Cause shit sound like sci-fi
I ever had no wifi
I grew up where the guns (pow pow)
Almost got in a drive-by
in your biz don't mind mines
I'm in your top five's top
Can't this nigga, why try?
yo shit or you might die

[Chorus: Lucas]
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, yo,

[Verse 3: Joyner
shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane,
Your sound like summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade,
Momma I was retarded
Daddy thought I was
They I wasn't the smartest
Grammy I was an artist
All of y'all is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the
I remember when you wouldn't fuck me
nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain't nobody share lunch with me
Family keep in touch with me
Now they all can't get of me
Now they want to fly me in luxury
hoes never want to let me hit
Now they all to bust nuts for me
Name another poppin' than me?
I been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me
And fuck all haters that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't need a counter me
Ain't nobody wasn't for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now they on me
I'm so motherfucking hot that the is a sauna to me
Right I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I said

Joyner Lucas]
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Run it,
Run it, run it
Wait, up, look