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 gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our

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

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

And keep this world high, yearly raw
These fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' wide
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
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 keep it real 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 nigga keep it real me
I cut the hand off a tryin' steal from me
2-5 be that bomb diggy you see
juice in the Yukon driver's seat

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

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

P H D me, right in back of me
me, them niggas make loot but only half of me
My faculty, blow holes in Mos chinos and tuxedos
While all y'all niggas 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 suck 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, diamond cut

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

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

We overdose this, high class one E-Class
Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in
Said she move 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 feelin' my style, Too Hot like
Plus her cooty though, just like the studio
From Iraq to Inglewood, it all
From hood to hood, regulate a thug should

Yo we in too deep, losin' sleep and call it
The game is still fresh until the try to spoil it
Even people I was loyal wit', 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 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 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 bomb you see
(What)
Black juice in the Yukon seat
(What)