Luyện nghe bài hát Blackula

Yo, Ro'Gram where you at,

At nighttime I'm on the prowl and I'm livin' foul Blackula
Got a microphone out of chrome shaped like a spatula
'Cause I'm rhymes at three times the speed of lightning
You dare to compare to the golden bear, it's of frightening

You can meditate 'til you but never rate
Higher a seven, eight, yeah, I had to set 'em straight
I you feelin' these, I ram sack yo' facilities
I'm ill at with these MCs, who ain't got no abilities

Get at me, I make MCs run out batteries
I roll the bleeze and I blow like cannonball adderly
You try to get with Likwit but yo' brew ain't enough, cold enough
You try to get Likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough, cold enough

Y'all ain't even gotta what my clique gon' do
Fast money, fast cars, niggaz until two
My Likwit niggaz rendezvous, we cop Kung-fus and 'em
the freaks come out at night, CaTash be right wit 'em

Stone faced but only when I'm wit funs
Big guns, I'll make you do the nestea
I came to have some fun but I get caught up in the rapture
I even write lyrics no more, I manufacture

Cold shit, you that old gold shit, that raw shit
That drunken alkahol shit that make you say, aw
Them motherfuckers is too for Michael
We be creepin' up on you like on bikes

It's the of the hype night
All the ladies looking right,
My Likwit niggaz, keep it tight,
niggaz wanna fight, fight

It's the middle of the night
All the ladies right, right
My Likwit keep it

Me and my niggaz out for a party to crash
Mashed out to Long Beach but we stop for gas
I in first, CaTash pulled in last
J-Ro steady rollin' blunts of the Moroccan

Since, it's all the cash, we lay on that smash
Hit up four five and Carson, scoop Xzibit and
The sounds beatin' so it's vibratin' my glass
Blast, plus we way too fast

Slow down, you can't the whip, slow down
And hit a dip 'cause I paid a lot of money for this kit
We runnin' late for a show, we got this to get
The have you caught up in all types of shit

Like what? Like this, like that, like that this
I drink St. Ide's, I be fuckin' with Crist'
'Cause we the type of clique need to drink somethin' stronger
When tha Liks is in the house, the party last

I dedicate this song to, bitches and
Who down at the club and show tha Liks love
Even with creatine injected in spleen
You compete with my all-star Likwit team

tha Liks reign supreme of all hip-hop scenes
We heard about boogie party, bumrushed it in jeans
And still the hoes most likely to succeed
that nigga J-Ro? Most likely smokin' weed

It's the middle of the night,
All the looking right, right
My Likwit niggaz keep it tight,
Rowdy niggaz wanna fight,

It's the of the night, night
All the looking right, right
My Likwit niggaz keep it tight,
niggaz wanna fight, fight

Yo, it out
Turn up the level more so I can hear the shit more
I came out of nowhere predator, that's a metaphor
If you rap-impaired, you might say what there
While the B-boys clap and cheer, bring beat back in here

Nighttime is the time to write rhymes
Why you wanna bite mine? I blow you away like white
I think, you let it go, get yo' ass off my pedestal
Before you attention and it's gonna be medical

If rap was basketball, I'd the earl the pearl handles
I drink but Jack Daniels
Rap scandals don't interest me, I get dressy
Tha Liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd

the middle of the night, night
All the looking right, right
My niggaz keep it tight, tight
Rowdy wanna fight, fight

the middle of the night, night
All the ladies looking right,
My Likwit keep it tight, tight
niggaz wanna fight, fight