Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

Killer B, yeah, in peace, I'm sayin' son
no room in this game 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', get done in
I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets
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 and hip-hop, you got the feedback
Who need that, gram stashed up in the cheese stack
We fo' black, more trip, we get that old back

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

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

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

I keep it real wit' a nigga 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 driver's

I keep it real wit' a bitch that keep it 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 driver's seat

Yo I shot rapid, burn inside a back quick
Iraq embassy a straitjacket
Yo rachateer this, while most niggas will fear this
my shit down every time they hear it

P H D me, rapidly in back of me
Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only of me
My faculty, blow holes in Mos chinos and tuxedos
all y'all niggas free load, reload

Explode on, roll on, on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk dawn Art of War
Still time to score, yo we kid we for
Yo Victoria's Secret bitches suck dick raw

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

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

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

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

Get high and disappear play the on super low
Plus she feelin' my style, Too Hot like
Plus her cooty though, bangin' just 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
people I was loyal wit', give my life to
Be the first who turn around and try to
Now don't like you, sendin' ten dogs to bite you

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

Black in the Yukon driver's seat
(What, what)
(We keeps it real wit' niggas who 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 nigga tryin' from me

2-5 be bomb diggy bomb you see
(What)
Black juice in the Yukon seat
(What)