Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

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

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

Everything revolves around me, I see that
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the
Who need that, hundred gram 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

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

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

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

Yo I rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
Iraq embassy a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas will fear
Turn my shit down 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, blow holes in 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 Victoria's Secret bitches that dick raw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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