Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

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

Yo, I man T.H.U.G. something stunnin', rappers get in
I migrate, Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning
All feelings though, we all grow wit' buckle
I life 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 need that, hundred stashed up in the cheese stack
We fo' black, want more trip, we get old back

And keep this world high, raw supply
These tracks have a nigga feelin' wide inside
Any bottle tip high lah in the rye
It's on you, if you wanna 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 seams in butter
Butter leathers, it yo, yo, yo

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

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

I keep it real wit' a bitch that it real wit' 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' seat

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

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

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

The freak, James type, I got the long pipe
Kick doors in, snake four in
Yo the Nor-van, swervin', TV's inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke, cut pinky

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

I it real wit' 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

We overdose this, high class wit' one
Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in
she move from Brooklyn, reside in section two
Know how we do out here hoe, a two for

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

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

I keep it real wit' a nigga, 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 bomb diggy bomb you see

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

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