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 rewind
So I charge out more, want it all at the
Fuck heat, walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman
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, I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care about no
Long as the condo's paid and the I choose
I'm tellin niggas, if its not double R
I'ma spell my name out on the side of car

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

I got a twin cam connected to the jaw
A five clutch on my paw when I ride
I glow like the pegs in
3000 of lightening when 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 your shoes fit for move and pick
My avalanche it with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half
My flows like endo
ten nickels 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
Fuck ya momma on my sweat nigga
You guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun I bought Mack in the club
Its P-P-P Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some ass to whoop on

[Method
what the cat dragged in
Underground from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook never bust my nine
But if I have to, I to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ??
That tick it, tick boom, blow your
me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done like tryin to find a in the sea
Nigga run for son go and get them 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 sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the
Yellin Wu-Tang,