Luyện nghe bài hát It's Lik Dat

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It's lik dat

1: dray, books

Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, it
Well check it out y'all, the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
up
If got some beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it
These niggas couldn't tell us they jealous but I heard it
When came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] broken
For that rap [shit] cos black I smack from here to philly
I swallow up your crew then crack a and spark a philly
Cos you're bluffin like rougher, enough of that crap
Just 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

Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy
If you step and watch that verse because that one is a doosey
Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got 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] up just to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it with the young'n
The wrestlers, and just beneath the 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 it's for me to split, chill, I got to murd....

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Verse 2: dray,

yeah
Well comin back, like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me
Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear I'm a genie
Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's a warning
Cos I I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a
I roll with pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the
Y'all can stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
My turn will the stone and that chick they call medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son
I run thru rappers like my name was harry
Now that a bitch, I switched 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 blacker 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 they dropped was sitoft
For worse or better, kid, I let another serve me
I'll get than that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they up
The night they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some skins to hit up
Now I wait for scheme to bring the beat back
Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus jack, believe that
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