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 button
So I charge out more, it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little grill?
How its look when I come through your block?
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 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 niggas, if its not double R
I'ma spell my name out on the of your car

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

I got a cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed on my paw when I ride
I glow like the pegs in
bolts of lightening 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 your hip
I hope your fit for this move and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten feet of
I'm cold blooded, my fam half
My flows move like
Turn ten into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the on it
Swizz you can ride 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 before
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
ya momma on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys will get in the club
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
Look what the cat in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never my nine
But if I to, I have to, its all in the mind
I stay of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I ??? design
tick it, tick boom, blow your 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 guns
ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Swizz the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the
Yellin Wu-Tang,