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 I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, it all at the door
heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that Foreman grill?
How its gon' when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open How High (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 tellin y'all niggas, if its not R
I'ma spell my name out on the of your car

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

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

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