Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Tears In A Bucket

Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the
When I take it out the box, I Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind
So I out more, want it all at the door
heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with little Foreman grill?
How its look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see (See that)
Bitch you can call me you want, ''cause I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I care about no jewels
Long as the condo's and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not R
spell my name out on the side of your car

Come and Ruff with us
If you get high with us
If you get down with us
Come on
and Ruff Ryde with us
If you get high with us
If you wanna get with us
Come on

I got a twin cam connected to the jaw
A five clutch on my paw when I ride
I like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of when fly the right kite
Me and be hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw (Choose weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose hip
I your shoes fit for this move and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half
My flows move like
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, ten stoves
Ride the course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin George Foreman
Ya is at the Grammy awards cornin
The ice, the fat son, I won it
In the helicopter, before morning
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat nigga
You tough guys will get in the club
the gun I bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some ass to whoop on

[Method
Look the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar terror
Scoop of yellow cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could bust my nine
But if I have to, I to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I ??? design
That tick it, tick boom, blow mind
me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be like tryin to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run for cover son go and get guns
Y'all from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I
my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my be off the chain
Yellin Wu-Tang,