Luyện nghe bài hát It's Lik Dat

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It's lik dat

Verse 1: dray,

check it, uhh, yeah, check it
Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, brainiac so back the
up
If niggas got some beef *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm rippin this, my ridiculous, look how I word it
These niggas couldn't tell us they were but I heard it
When they came and tried to tease, you must be jokin
They tried to diss the kid, they got they bodies broken
For rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to philly
I up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, of that crap
meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap
Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the
So now I pass the mic so that my nigga can rock

cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
If you step and watch that verse because that one is a doosey
I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
For the roughnecks and g's, I'm swingin somethin but the
Kid, I amp up, recamp up, a hit squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] vest up to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it wild with the
The wrestlers, and just the promise where I'm from 'n'
Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep I got cookin
Since I'm rough I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
Crews can kiss it up the with that work, I'm just the dirt
Until time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....

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Verse 2: dray,

Yeah
Well back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me
Cos yo I'm disapearin, like I'm a genie
Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, just a warning
Cos I I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker your frame like it's a tumor
I roll pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
Y'all can never my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call
When I [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son
I run thru like my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't that a bitch, I up my pitch
So you can stay kid, but i'ma stay rich

Aight, I my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this
So I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers I invested in
The nutcracker wear these guns to smack a phony
Ass backwards like crab, cheese and
Good grief, some try to rock it, g, they to knock it itoff
They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they was sitoft
For worse or better, kid, I never let serve me
I'll get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordan's
Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up like they spit up
The night that they was [fuckin] they's lookin for skins to hit up
Now I wait for solid scheme to the beat back
Cos it's like to flip makes my stylus free jack, believe that
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