Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm 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 though, we all grow wit' this buckle
I recognized life is a deal, cards and a

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

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

Recognize it's I man T.H.U.G. Noreaga
Recognize that 2-5 will last forever
Embedded in your mind the seams in butter leathers
leathers, check it yo, yo, yo

I keep it wit' 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 seat

I keep it real wit' a keep it real wit' me
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' from me
2-5 be bomb diggy bomb 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' driver's

Yo I rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
Iraq need a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, most niggas 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, holes in your Mos chinos and tuxedos
While all y'all niggas free load,

on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk till Art of War
time to score, yo we kid we poly for
Yo Secret bitches that suck 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
Iraq dishieke, diamond cut

to Trag shit wit' Noyd and Chinky
Network the Internet, wit' Henny wet
Nine, oh be my set, so be next
Nashiem, he this 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 diggy you see
Now it's Nore now in the driver's seat

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

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

Yo we in too deep, sleep and can't call it
The game is fresh until the jake try to spoil it
people I was loyal wit', give my life to
Be the first who around and try to spike
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 off a nigga tryin' steal from me
(Cut ya off, fuck)
2-5 be that bomb diggy 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 tryin' steal from me

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