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 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 recognized life is a deal, cards and a

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

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

Recognize it's I man T.H.U.G. Noreaga
that 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 wit' a nigga it real 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 real a nigga keep it real wit' me
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal me
2-5 be bomb diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the driver's seat

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 now in the fuckin' driver's seat

Yo I rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while most will fear this
my shit down every time they hear it

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

Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis
Dusk till Art of War
time 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 in, snake four fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', TV's Suburban
Iraq dishieke, cut pinky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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