Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

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

Yo, I man T.H.U.G. something stunnin', rappers get in
I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn sunning
All feelings though, we all grow wit' buckle
I recognized is a deal, cards and a shuffle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

P H D me, rapidly right in of me
Tackle me, them make loot but only half of me
My faculty, blow in your Mos chinos and tuxedos
all y'all niggas free load, reload

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

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

Listen to Trag shit wit' and Chinky
like the Internet, wit' Henny wet
Nine, oh be my set, so be next
Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east 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 bomb bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' seat

We overdose this, class wit' one E-Class
Shorty came through, she out and dressed in blue
Said she move 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 feelin' my style, Too Hot Coolio
Plus her cooty though, bangin' just like the
From Iraq to Inglewood, it all
From hood to hood, regulate like a should

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

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

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

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