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

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

I got a twin cam connected to the jaw
A five speed on my paw when I ride
I glow the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice
We can draw (Choose your weapons) or do I
When I choose the grip, one lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this and pick
My avalanche it with, ten feet of snow
I'm blooded, my fam half eskimo
My flows move endo
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, ten stoves
the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can ride on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George
Ya is at the Grammy 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 guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun I bought from Mack in the
Its P-P-P from Bricks to (Come on)
Bring me some ass to whoop on

[Method
what the cat dragged in
Underground from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth
rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to, its all in the
I stay of time while y'all fallin behind
to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ?? design
That tick it, tick boom, blow your
me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done like to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run for cover son go and get guns
Y'all ain't from here, 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 be off the chain
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang