Luyện nghe bài hát Something 2 Ride 2

[Intro/Break - Da 5'9"]
This is a something to ride to
back 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 shit, I'm on my gorilla thing, thing
Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine
We chop off heads, pop off
If it pops off, we spendin that rock star
We numbers like the box office
you ain't tryin to box, then stop talkin
I got niggaz from to Boston
From New to the Chi to Austin
So even if my is off ya, other eyes is on ya
That belongs to them killers 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 my animal alarm
My mind is on Hannibal Lec', the respect
I'm takin life unless you hand me a check

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

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

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, English
your job, the discount is the five fingers
That's why Preme is the head not
My drive's on my toes, I got my swing
"Street Hop" is a
I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite
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 you runnin for?
Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the
True and I'm lawless
I ain't no but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
After (Boom), afternoon
It's night, night, when me and come back for more