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 rewind
So I charge out more, want it all at the
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little grill?
How its gon' look when I come through block?
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 what you want, I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care no jewels
Long as the paid and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not R
I'ma spell my out on the side of your car

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

I got a twin cam exhaust to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw I ride
I glow like the in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice
We can draw (Choose weapons) or do I choose?
I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and
My it came with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam eskimo
My flows move endo
ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the course, do the math on it
Swizz you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy awards
The ice, the fat son, I won it
In the helicopter, before morning
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the
With the gun I bought from in the club
Its P-P-P from to Brook-nam (Come on)
me some more ass to whoop on

[Method
what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the bring terror
of high yellow cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could bust my nine
But if I have to, I to, its all in the mind
I ahead of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ??
That 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 son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and ones
Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I
my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my be off the chain
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang