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

Dap}
Why it gotta be like
Niggas, act because he flip tracks
And broads 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 right through your map
These cats, I hope we eatin your food black
We it real, with the niggas keep it real with me
That understand street knowledge was there only key
See before rappin, niggas couldn't with me
It's like these fake brothers stoled Brooklyn
On streets I give you square, now shit is the same
Because 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 within a makin, the fakin to mistake it
My soul is ackin, too much pain i've 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 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 like a boulder, to fold ya
I treat you like a new puppy and scold ya
I'm older, I'm power full a dodge
Now you know I'm talkin about me and my squad
I pull your card, I'm underground the mob
Punk get on your job, here the superstars
The Nutcracker, quick to snappin your
I was born in the so it be like that
I was born in the ghetto so it be that
I was born in the ghetto so it be that

I sing a song, to break arm
The is pimpin Brook-lan, who am I the Don
The pro with precon, like 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 upon you like a
For that from Brownsville, rusty bitches on my
nigga breast filled if I start to fill
You weakness is a mil, put body on chill
I ain't got a deal, out for the mil
'cause skills get more friends then in the hills
The dough you get, then the more head like Bill
For

You won't be able to the power of Allah
That means God's plan, the facing our man
The sour feelings, the ways and actions of man
Suckas was the crew the span
That's like Muhammed & Jesus splittin up without a
That's like Martin & Malcolm praying for a separate
That's why you e-mail me, fuck the fiend dot com
Supreme alphabet, creaming out the get
Mad riches to team, by my mic check
you this artist sacred like Aztec