Luyện nghe bài hát Something 2 Ride 2

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

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

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

2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Reignin of the boom bap
Bomb strapped to my chest "where ya goons at?"
I'm old like a StarTek
On a like Star Trek
Me is far fetched
I'm hot, I got corduroy
You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid
I book niggaz for shows and put in comas
So I hope that you niggaz is
'Cause my is Ryders like Winona
But we just tryin to a "Good Time" like Willona
I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out a stoner
As far away as
I'm a sucker for a good
So ya bitch that's it's best if she investin with this good luckin
Mami would you rather fly over heads or keep your ass in the
duckin?

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, talk
Steal your job, the is the five fingers
That's why is the head not King
My on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing
"Street Hop" is a
I rock with the vultures to make bread with the toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, sickenin
And my neckless is glistenin, expensive
So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my (why?)
'Cause my is priceless
So you runnin for?
Nigga I'm for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore
and I'm lawless 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