Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Tears In A Bucket

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

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

I got a twin cam connected to the jaw
A five clutch on my paw when I ride
I glow like the 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 the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and
My avalanche it came with, ten of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam eskimo
My flows move like
Turn ten into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George
Ya peeps is at the awards cornin
The ice, the fat son, I won it
In the helicopter, warmin morning
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my band nigga
You tough will get smacked in the club
With the gun I bought Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to (Come on)
Bring me more ass to whoop on

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