Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm son
no room 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, Brooklyn gets
All though, we all grow wit' this buckle
I recognized life is a deal, cards and a

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

And keep world high, yearly raw supply
fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' wide inside
Any tip high 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
that 2-5 shine will last forever
Embedded in your 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 nigga steal from me
2-5 be that diggy 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 tryin' steal from me
2-5 be that diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver's

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

Yo I shot rapid, burn weed a back quick
Iraq 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, right in back of me
Tackle me, them niggas make loot but half of me
My faculty, blow holes in your Mos and tuxedos
While all y'all niggas load, reload

Explode on, roll on, on, Ghengis Khan
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 James type, I got the long
Kick doors in, snake four in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', inside Suburban
dishieke, diamond cut pinky

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

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 driver's seat

We overdose this, class 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 on super low
Plus she feelin' my style, Too Hot 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' 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 you, sendin' ten dogs to bite you

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

Black juice in the Yukon seat
(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 bomb diggy bomb you see
(What)
Black juice in the Yukon seat
(What)