Luyện nghe bài hát Run It

[Verse 1: Mill]
Linx and kilos
We get the rico
up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as
Big ass like I'm whipping the truck
I'm Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff
And talking 'bout business with at lunch
That's cray, that's
New toys, play
I brought spades, the deuce, like poof, let's [?]
I say, I get money, fuck ho, don't 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 never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space
My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official

[Chorus: Joyner & 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: Lucas]
My bitch look like
My bitch like Kylie
Your don't look happy
None of hoes can have me
touch me, can't touch this
MC Hammer with the
Can't cuff me, can't
Bitch, I don't to get married
They ain't ever me on payroll
They ain't ever me have say-so
Always had a crush on
Thought I was the man 'til my broke
I was so can't change clothes
You keep it real, you a lame-o
You make a move 'til I say so
When I get loose, anything
in the mother fuckin' mattress
They was tryna take it, but I to get away
I think I'm tripping cause a never had it
I never had a way, I think I every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do magic
Hoping to get and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother mansion
move my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit like sci-fi
I ain't had no wifi
I grew up where the guns (pow pow)
Almost got in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mines
I'm in your top five's top
touch this nigga, why try?
Gimme yo shit or you die

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, yo, look

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

[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, up, look