Luyện nghe bài hát It's Lik Dat

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It's lik dat

1: dray, books

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

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

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Verse 2: dray,

yeah
Well comin back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, of y'all can see me
Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear like I'm a
Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's just a
Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a
I with pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't looser
My turn will kiss the stone and that they call medusa
When I [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son
I run thru rappers like my name was dickerson
Now ain't that a bitch, I up my pitch
So you can stay kid, but i'ma stay rich

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