Luyện nghe bài hát Something 2 Ride 2

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

1 - Royce 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 thing, thing
Me and Preme, you can call us the team
We chop off heads, pop off
If it pops off, we spendin that rock star
We doin numbers like the box
Nigga you ain't to box, then stop talkin
I got niggaz from to Boston
From New to the Chi to Austin
So if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya
That belongs to them killers that's ride up on ya, bong (bong)
It's gasoline in my tongue, Patron in my kidneys, weed in my
on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal alarm
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, some things, sexed a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind, I'm still it's my world (woo-ooo)
(I got my finger on the of this music shit, I'm the truest
(woo-ooo)
Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow that's comin
this dick)

[Verse 2 - Da 5'9"]
Reignin King of the bap
Bomb strapped to my askin "where ya goons at?"
I'm old school 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 show
I book niggaz for and put niggaz in comas
So I hope that you is roamers
my niggaz is Ryders 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 as Estonia
I'm a sucker for a suckin
So tell ya that's it's best if she investin with this good luckin
would you rather fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the
hood

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, talk
Steal job, the discount is the five fingers
That's why Preme is the not King
My drive's on my toes, I got my swing
"Street Hop" is a
I rock with the to make bread with the opposite toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, sickenin
And my neckless is glistenin, it's
So don't mention your ice you mention my rhymes (why?)
'Cause my is priceless
So you runnin for?
I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore
True and I'm lawless
I no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
(Boom), this afternoon
It's night, night, when me and come back for more