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 out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk with an oven
Who you gonna kill that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back 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 don't care no jewels
Long as the condo's paid and the I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not R
spell my name out on the side of your car

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

I got a twin cam exhaust to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw I ride
I like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of lightening fly the right kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice
We can draw (Choose your weapons) or do I
I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this and pick
My avalanche it with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam eskimo
My flows move like
Turn ten into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the on it
Swizz Beats you can 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, warmin before
Def Jam nigga, nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my band nigga
You tough guys get smacked in the club
With the gun I bought Mack in the club
Its P-P-P Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me more ass to whoop on

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Look the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never my nine
But if I to, I have to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I ?? design
That tick it, tick boom, your mind
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, don't try to around and gettin ones
Swizz the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart and bust sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the
Yellin Wu-Tang,