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, Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning
All feelings though, we all wit' this buckle
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 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 nigga feelin' inside
Any bottle tip smokin' lah in the rye
on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure

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

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

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

I keep it wit' a bitch that keep it real wit' me
Cut the off a chicken tryin' 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 a back quick
embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while niggas will fear this
Turn my shit down every they hear it

P H D me, rapidly right in of me
me, them niggas make loot but only half of me
My faculty, blow holes in your Mos chinos and
While all y'all niggas load, reload

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

The freak, Rick James type, I got the long
Kick in, snake four fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke, cut pinky

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

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

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

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

Yo we in too deep, sleep and can't call it
The game is still until the jake try to spoil it
Even people I was loyal wit', give my to
Be the first who turn and try to spike
Now they don't like you, ten dogs to bite you

I it real wit' a nigga, keep it real wit' me
(Yo, yo, we keep it nigga)
I cut the hand off a nigga 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 wit' niggas who keep it real wit' us)
I keep it wit a nigga keep it real wit me
(Fuck, cut ya off)
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal me

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