Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Tears In A Bucket

Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the
I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind
So I out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little grill?
How its gon' look when I come through your
Sheek, Funk Doc, on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can see that (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 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 Ryde with us
If you wanna get high us
If you wanna get with us
on nooooowwwww
Come and Ruff with us
If you wanna get high us
If you wanna get down 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
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice
We can (Choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose hip
I hope your shoes fit for move and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten feet of
I'm cold blooded, my fam eskimo
My flows move like
Turn ten nickels ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the on it
Beats you can ride Amtrak 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
Fuck ya momma on my band nigga
You tough guys get smacked in the club
With the gun I from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some more ass to on

[Method
what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth
Never a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time y'all 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 a penny in the sea
Nigga run for son go and get them guns
Y'all from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang