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 baby, we gon' do our thing

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

Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see
25 to and hip-hop, you got the feedback
Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the 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 bottle tip high lah in the rye
It's on you, if you wanna take heed the treasure

it's I man T.H.U.G. wit' Noreaga
Recognize 2-5 shine will last forever
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 off a nigga tryin' steal 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 steal from me
2-5 be bomb diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver's

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

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

Explode on, on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk till Art of War
Still to score, yo we kid we poly for
Yo Secret bitches that suck dick raw

The freak, Rick James type, I got the pipe
Kick in, snake four fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', TV's Suburban
dishieke, diamond cut pinky

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

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

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

Get and disappear play the projects on super low
Plus she feelin' my style, Too Hot like
Plus her cooty though, bangin' like the studio
Iraq 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 is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it
Even people I was wit', give my life to
Be the who turn around and try to spike
Now they don't like you, sendin' ten to bite you

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

juice in the Yukon driver's seat
(What, what)
(We keeps it real wit' niggas who keep it real 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 bomb bomb you see
(What)
Black juice in the Yukon seat
(What)