Luyện nghe bài hát Be Like That

Intro:

nigga
I got the gat on now
Pay (laughing)

Chorus: Lil Dap &

Why, it got to be that
like that, real like that
Where my Brooklyn at?
Why, it got to be like
Straight that, real like that
my Queens niggas at?
Why, it got to be like
Straight like that, like that
Where my Harlem at?
Why, it got to be that
Straight like that, real that
my Bronx niggas at?

{Lil
Why it gotta be that?
Niggas, don't act he flip tracks
And don't know how to act
Chillin the east, with the Home appeal
Rippin steel, and you know my niggas are real
Like straight like that, will burn a hole through your map
These cats, I hope we eatin your food black
We keep it real, the niggas keep it real with me
That understand that street knowledge was only key
See before rappin, couldn't fuck with me
It's like these brothers stoled Brooklyn streets
On these I give you square, now shit is the same
together we stay, and the Desert Storm is on
Expect the unexpected, the juice has been injected
The many styles we have, been well protected
Move a makin, observe the fakin to mistake it
My soul is ackin, too pain i've been takin
Inside my heart, I've torned apart
But we play it smart, and get money in the smarts
Of the streets, 'cause my brothers it rowdy
The way they front, and try to act they bout it

{Melachi The
Aiyo, I'm comin up, I'm up like a soldier
I I told you, punks, I controlled ya
I'm strong a boulder, ready to fold ya
I treat you like a new puppy and scold ya
I'm older, I'm power full like a
Now you know what I'm about me and my squad
I your card, I'm underground like the mob
Punk get on your job, here the superstars
The Nutcracker, quick to your back
I was in the ghetto so it be like that
I was born in the ghetto so it be like
I was born in the ghetto so it be that

I a song, to break your arm
The Black is Brook-lan, who am I the Don
The pro with precon, frustated Saddam
been behind the seeds, but now I'm here to chop the bomb
Look me in my grill, my eyes as steel
I came to kill, I speak you like a pill
For from Brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal
Shisty nigga breast filled if I to fill
You weakness is a mil, put body on chill
I got a deal, going out for the mil
'cause skills get more friends then women in the
The more dough you get, then the more like Bill
For

You won't be able to understand the power of
That God's plan, the hour's facing our man
The sour feelings, the ways and of this man
Suckas was the with the span
That's like & Jesus splittin up without a plan
like Martin & Malcolm praying for a separate outcome
That's why you can't me, fuck the fiend dot com
alphabet, seekin creaming out the get
Mad riches to team, by my next mic
Plus you artist sacred like Aztec