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 drink me drink, if I was you

1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
I got the flyest
Clip to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal
I'm ape with shit, I'm on my gorilla thing,
Me and Preme, you can us the guillotine team
We off heads, pop off lead
If it off, we spendin that rock star bread
We doin like the box office
Nigga you ain't tryin to box, then stop
I got niggaz from Watts to
From New to the Chi to Austin
So even if my eyes is off ya, other 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 Lec', demand the respect
I'm takin your life unless you me a check

[Chorus - (Royce Da 5'9")]
I've around, seen 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 this 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 King of the bap
Bomb strapped to my chest askin "where ya at?"
I'm old school like a
On a voyage like Star
Me unemployed is far
I'm hot, I got flow
You can picture but shake it, the Polaroid show
I niggaz for shows and put niggaz in comas
So I hope you niggaz is roamers
'Cause my is Ryders like Winona
But we just tryin to have a "Good Time" Willona
I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out a stoner
As far away as
I'm a sucker for a suckin
So tell ya bitch that's it's best if she investin with good luckin
Mami would you rather fly over heads or keep your ass in the
hood

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, talk
Steal your job, the discount is the 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, sickenin
And my neckless is glistenin, it's
So don't mention your ice whenever you my rhymes (why?)
my pencil is priceless
So what you runnin
Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the
True and I'm packin
I no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
(Boom), this afternoon
It's night, night, when me and come back for more