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
heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' when I come through your block?
Sheek, Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open How High (How High)
Yeah, can see that (See that)
you can call me what you want, ''cause I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I care about no jewels
as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm y'all niggas, if its not double R
spell my name out on the side of your car

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

I got a twin cam exhaust to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I
I glow like the in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of 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 your 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 move like
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten
Ride the crash course, do the on it
Beats you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin George Foreman
Ya is at the Grammy awards cornin
The ice, the fat son, I won it
In the helicopter, warmin morning
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my band nigga
You guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun I from Mack in the club
Its from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
me some more ass to whoop on

[Method
Look the cat dragged in
Underground from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, forever
Never a rhyme, hook could never 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 when I drop ?? design
That it, tick boom, blow 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 son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin
Swizz the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the
Yellin Wu-Tang,