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 charge out more, want it all at the
Fuck heat, walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come through your
Sheek, Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see (See that)
Bitch you can me what you want, ''cause I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care no jewels
Long as the paid and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not R
I'ma spell my name out on the side of car

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

I got a twin cam exhaust to the jaw
A five speed on my paw when I ride
I glow the pegs in Lite-Brite
bolts of lightening when fly the right 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 your fit for this move and pick
My avalanche it with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half
My flows move endo
Turn ten nickels ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the on it
Swizz Beats you can ride on it
But I'm on it, with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy cornin
The ice, the fat son, I won it
In the helicopter, before morning
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my band nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the
With the gun I bought from Mack in the
Its P-P-P from Bricks to (Come on)
Bring me more ass to whoop on

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