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 I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the
Fuck heat, Sheek walk with an oven
Who you gonna kill that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come your block?
Sheek, Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, open 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 don't care no jewels
Long as the condo's and the truck I choose
I'm tellin niggas, if its not double R
spell my name out on the side of your car

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

I got a cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed on my paw when I ride
I glow the pegs in Lite-Brite
bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
Me and be hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw (Choose weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and
My avalanche it came with, ten feet of
I'm cold blooded, my fam half
My flows like endo
Turn ten into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can 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 sweat band
You tough guys will get in the club
With the gun I bought from in the club
Its P-P-P Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
me some more ass to whoop on

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what the cat dragged in
Underground from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, forever
Never rush a rhyme, could never 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 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 cover son go and get guns
Y'all ain't from here, try to come around and gettin ones
Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen its dead
I'm the game, all of my be off the chain
Yellin Wu-Tang,