Luyện nghe bài hát Driver's Seat

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

Yo, I man T.H.U.G. something stunnin', get done in
I migrate, Queens Jamaica, gets sunning
All though, we all grow wit' this buckle
I recognized life is a deal, and a shuffle

Everything revolves around me, I see that
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the
Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the stack
We fo' black, want trip, we get that old back

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

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

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

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

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

Yo I shot rapid, burn inside a back quick
Iraq embassy a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while most will fear this
my shit down every time they hear it

P H D me, rapidly in back of me
Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only of me
My faculty, blow holes in Mos chinos and tuxedos
While all niggas free load, reload

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

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

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

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

We overdose this, high class wit' one
Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in
Said she move from Brooklyn, in section two
Know how we do out hoe, a two for square

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

Yo we in too deep, losin' and can't call it
The game is still fresh until the jake try to it
Even people I was wit', give my life to
Be the first who around and try to spike
Now they don't like you, sendin' ten to bite you

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

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

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