Luyện nghe bài hát Be Like That

Intro:

Yeah
I got the gat on now
Pay (laughing)

Chorus: Lil Dap &

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

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

{Melachi The
Aiyo, I'm up, I'm runnin up like a soldier
I thought I told you, punks, I ya
I'm strong a boulder, ready to fold ya
I treat you a new born puppy and scold ya
I'm older, I'm power full a dodge
Now you know what I'm talkin about me and my
I pull card, I'm underground like the mob
Punk get on your job, here the superstars
The Nutcracker, quick to snappin back
I was born in the ghetto so it be like
I was born in the so it be like that
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
I've been behind the seeds, but now I'm to chop the bomb
Look me in my grill, my cold as steel
I came to kill, I speak you like a pill
For that Brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal
Shisty nigga filled if I start to fill
You weakness is a mil, put your on chill
I ain't got a deal, out for the mil
'cause skills get friends then women in the hills
The more dough you get, the more head like Bill
For

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