Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Tears In A Bucket

Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the
When I it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the button
So I charge out more, want it all at the
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around 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 y'all see (See that)
Bitch you can call me what you want, ''cause Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care about no
Long as the condo's paid and the truck I
I'm y'all niggas, if its not double 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
and Ruff Ryde with us
If you get high with us
If you wanna get with us
on nooooowwwww

I got a cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five clutch on my paw when I ride
I glow like the pegs in
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the kite
Me and be hennesey, two ice cubes
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 avalanche it came with, ten of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half
My flows move endo
ten nickels 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 Foreman
Ya is at the Grammy awards cornin
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 guys will get smacked in the
With the gun I from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me more ass to whoop on

[Method
what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the bring terror
Scoop of high cinderella, Meth forever
rush 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 behind
to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ??? design
That tick it, tick boom, your mind
me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done like tryin to a penny in the sea
Nigga run for son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen its dead
I'm the game, all of my be off the chain
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang