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, it's the maniac, 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 were but I heard it
When they and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken
For rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to philly
I swallow up your crew then crack a and spark a philly
Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of crap
Just meet me on the stage and see who can really rap
Cos if you really wanna battle, well be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my nigga can rock

Three cheers, wiz, the mic guy groovy
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, up, bust a hit squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] vest up just to a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it wild 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 just the
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 meenie, none of y'all can see me
Cos yo I'm disapearin, like I'm a genie
Yes, the so bust that tuna kick, it's just a warning
Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame it's a tumor
I roll pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo ain't nobody looser
My turn kiss the stone and that chick they call medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck because I'm quicker, son
I run rappers like my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't that a bitch, I switched up my
So you can stay real kid, but stay rich

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