Luyện nghe bài hát Something 2 Ride 2

[Intro/Break - Da 5'9"]
This is a something to ride to
Kick back and just a vibe to
I pop me a pill, I drink me drink, if I was you

[Verse 1 - Da 5'9"]
I got the flyest
Clip filled to capacity, you can me the fire marshal
I'm ape with shit, I'm on my thing, thing
Me and Preme, you can call us the team
We chop off heads, pop off
If it off, we spendin that rock star bread
We doin numbers the box office
Nigga you ain't tryin to box, then stop
I got niggaz from Watts to
New York to the Chi to Austin
So even if my is off ya, other eyes is on ya
That belongs to them that's gon' ride up on ya, bong (bong)
It's gasoline in my tongue, in my kidneys, weed in my lungs
Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal
My mind is on Lec', demand the respect
I'm takin your life unless you me a check

- Phonte (Royce Da 5'9")]
I've been around, seen some things, a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinkin it's my (woo-ooo)
(I got my on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest
(woo-ooo)
Now tell me who sick and you can swallow everything that's comin
this dick)

[Verse 2 - Da 5'9"]
King of the boom bap
Bomb to my chest askin "where ya goons at?"
I'm old school a StarTek
On a voyage like Star
Me unemployed is far
I'm hot, I got corduroy
You can picture but can't shake it, the show
I book niggaz for and put niggaz in comas
So I hope you niggaz is roamers
'Cause my niggaz is like Winona
But we just tryin to have a "Good Time" like
I'm a zoner, all I do is out like a stoner
As far away as
I'm a sucker for a suckin
So tell ya bitch that's best if she investin with this good luckin
Mami would you fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the
hood

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, English
your job, the discount is the five fingers
That's why is the head not King
My drive's on my toes, I got my swing
"Street Hop" is a
I rock with the vultures to make with the opposite toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip
And my neckless is glistenin, expensive
So don't your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (why?)
my pencil is priceless
So what you for?
Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the
True and I'm packin
I ain't no designer but I got a jacket, whoa
(Boom), this afternoon
It's night, night, me and Preme come back for more