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

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

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

I sing a song, to your arm
The is pimpin Brook-lan, who am I the Don
The pro with precon, frustated like
I've been behind the seeds, but now I'm here to the bomb
Look me in my grill, my cold as steel
I came to kill, I speak you like a pill
For that from Brownsville, bitches on my deal
Shisty breast filled if I start to fill
You is a mil, put your body on chill
I ain't got a deal, out for the mil
'cause skills get friends then women 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 God's plan, the hour's facing our man
The feelings, the ways and actions of this man
was the crew with the span
That's like & Jesus splittin up without a plan
That's like Martin & praying for a separate outcome
That's why you e-mail me, fuck the fiend dot com
Supreme alphabet, creaming out the get
Mad riches to team, by my next mic
Plus you this artist sacred like