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' 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 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 y'all niggas, if its not R
I'ma my name out on the side of your car

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

I got a cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw I ride
I glow like the in Lite-Brite
bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice
We can (Choose your weapons) or do I choose?
I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten of snow
I'm blooded, my fam half eskimo
My flows move endo
Turn ten into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the course, do the math on it
Beats 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, before morning
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
ya momma on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys will get in the club
With the gun I bought Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some ass to whoop on

[Method
Look the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, forever
Never 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
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a when I drop ?? design
tick it, tick boom, blow your mind
me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be like 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 come around and ones
Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the
Yellin Wu-Tang,