Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

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

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

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

And this world high, yearly raw supply
These fuckin' tracks have a feelin' wide inside
Any bottle tip high lah in the rye
It's on you, if you wanna take heed the treasure

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

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

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

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

Yo I shot rapid, weed inside a back quick
Iraq embassy need a
Yo let's rachateer this, while most 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 only of me
My faculty, blow holes in your Mos chinos and
all y'all niggas free load, reload

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

The freak, James type, I got the long pipe
Kick doors in, snake fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke, diamond cut

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

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

We overdose this, class wit' one E-Class
Shorty came through, she iced out and in blue
Said she move from Brooklyn, in section two
Know how we do out hoe, a two for square

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

Yo we in too deep, losin' sleep and call it
The game is still fresh the jake try to spoil it
Even people I was loyal wit', my life to
Be the who turn around and try to spike
Now they don't like you, sendin' ten to bite you

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

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

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