Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

Killer B, yeah, in peace, I'm sayin' son
Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you
But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we do our thing

Yo, I man T.H.U.G. something stunnin', rappers get in
I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn sunning
All feelings though, we all grow wit' this
I recognized life is a deal, cards and a

Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see
25 to and hip-hop, you got the feedback
Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese
We fo' black, want more trip, we get old back

And keep this world high, raw supply
fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' wide inside
Any tip high smokin' lah in the rye
It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden

it's I man T.H.U.G. wit' Noreaga
Recognize 2-5 shine will last forever
in your mind like the seams in butter leathers
Butter leathers, it yo, yo, yo

I keep it real a nigga keep it real wit' me
I cut the hand off a tryin' steal from me
2-5 be that bomb diggy you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver's

I keep it real wit' a keep it real wit' me
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' from me
2-5 be that bomb diggy you see
juice in the Yukon driver's seat

I it real wit' a bitch that keep it real wit' me
Cut the off a chicken tryin' steal from me
CNN be that bomb bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' driver's

Yo I shot rapid, weed inside a back quick
embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while niggas will fear this
Turn my shit every time they hear it

P H D me, right in back of me
me, them niggas make loot but only half of me
My faculty, blow holes in your Mos chinos and
While all y'all free load, reload

on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk till Art of War
Still to score, yo we kid we poly for
Yo Secret bitches that suck dick raw

The freak, Rick James type, I got the pipe
Kick doors in, four fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', TV's inside
Iraq dishieke, cut pinky

Listen to Trag shit wit' and Chinky
Network like the Internet, wit' wet
Nine, oh be my set, so be next
Nashiem, he laced beat on some east coast shit

I keep it real wit' a that keep it real wit' me
Cut the hand off a chicken tryin' steal me
CNN be that bomb bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' seat

We overdose this, class wit' one E-Class
Shorty came through, she out and dressed in blue
Said she move from Brooklyn, in section two
Know how we do out here hoe, a two for

Get and disappear play the projects on super low
Plus she feelin' my style, Too Hot like
Plus her cooty though, bangin' just like the
From Iraq to Inglewood, it all
From hood to hood, like a thug should

Yo we in too deep, losin' sleep and can't it
The game is fresh until the jake try to spoil it
people I was loyal wit', give my life to
Be the first who turn and try to spike
Now don't like you, sendin' ten dogs to bite you

I keep it wit' a nigga, keep it real wit' me
(Yo, yo, we it real nigga)
I cut the hand off a nigga steal from me
(Cut ya off, fuck)
2-5 be that bomb diggy you see

juice in the Yukon driver's seat
(What, what)
(We keeps it real wit' niggas who it real wit' us)
I keep it real wit a keep it real wit me
(Fuck, cut ya off)
I cut the hand off a nigga steal from me

2-5 be that diggy bomb you see
(What)
Black juice in the Yukon seat
(What)