Luyện nghe bài hát Run for It

I be up wit da glock toy
You can stop, boy
You ain't I'm off tha block, boy
chop, boy

Off in ya cut is where I'm
fo' sprayin'
Soon as I see yo and hand
I wit dat playin'

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

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

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

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem boyz 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 out trees in camouflage
Me and Juvenile got two keys we 'bout ta
Dem playin' wit da upt, well, dey gots to die
Man, it's that

It's a when you can test me
Heard I run in houses, put it past me
Hell, look boy, you tell deez niggaz
Fo' I mask up and try ta kill niggaz

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

Tol' me if I eva did he do me
me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'
And then they start
Hardest niggaz on tha 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 block
five and then let go

Bang, cowards keep playin', get hurt
Motha-flirk see I dont but'll 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 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

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

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

I'd rather see it on T.V. Than I see it in
And having my fucking' head when dem 30's be burstin'
I bet if yo' beef see ya, he ain't gon' fo' ya dog
Our all try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog

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

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

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