Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm son
Ain't no in this game for everybody, you know?
But uh, we do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing

Yo, I man T.H.U.G. stunnin', rappers get done in
I migrate, Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning
All feelings though, we all grow this buckle
I recognized life is a deal, and a shuffle

revolves around me, I couldn't see that
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the
Who need that, hundred stashed up in the cheese stack
We fo' black, want trip, we get that old back

And keep this world high, raw supply
These fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' inside
Any bottle tip smokin' lah in the rye
on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure

Recognize it's I man T.H.U.G. Noreaga
Recognize that 2-5 shine will forever
Embedded in your mind like the in butter leathers
Butter leathers, it yo, yo, yo

I keep it wit' a nigga keep it real wit' me
I cut the hand off a tryin' steal from me
2-5 be bomb diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the driver's seat

I keep it real wit' a nigga keep it wit' me
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' from me
2-5 be that bomb diggy you see
Black in the Yukon driver's seat

I keep it real wit' a bitch that keep it real me
Cut the hand off a chicken steal from me
CNN be that diggy bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' seat

Yo I shot rapid, burn weed a back quick
Iraq embassy a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while niggas will fear this
Turn my shit every time they hear it

P H D me, right in back of me
Tackle me, them niggas make loot but half of me
My faculty, blow holes in Mos chinos and tuxedos
While all y'all niggas free load,

on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk dawn Art of War
Still to score, yo we kid we poly for
Yo Secret bitches that suck dick raw

The freak, Rick type, I got the long pipe
doors in, snake four fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', TV's Suburban
Iraq dishieke, diamond cut

Listen to shit wit' Noyd and Chinky
Network the Internet, wit' Henny wet
Nine, oh be my set, so whatever be
Nashiem, he laced this beat on some coast shit

I keep it real wit' a bitch that keep it wit' me
Cut the off a chicken tryin' steal from me
CNN be bomb diggy bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the driver's seat

We overdose this, high wit' one E-Class
Shorty came through, she out and dressed in blue
Said she from Brooklyn, reside in section two
Know how we do out here hoe, a two for

Get high and disappear play the projects on low
Plus she my style, Too Hot like Coolio
Plus her cooty though, bangin' just the studio
Iraq to Inglewood, it all good
From hood to hood, like a thug should

Yo we in too deep, losin' and can't call it
The game is still fresh until the try to spoil it
people I was loyal wit', give my life to
Be the first who turn around and try to
Now they don't like you, sendin' ten dogs to you

I keep it wit' a nigga, keep it real wit' me
(Yo, yo, we keep it nigga)
I cut the hand off a nigga steal from me
(Cut ya off, fuck)
2-5 be that bomb diggy you see

Black juice in the Yukon seat
(What, what)
(We keeps it wit' niggas who keep it real wit' us)
I keep it wit a nigga keep it real wit me
(Fuck, cut ya off)
I cut the hand off a tryin' steal from me

2-5 be bomb diggy bomb you see
(What)
Black juice in the driver's seat
(What)