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, lyrical so back the
up
If niggas got some beef then *? goget? * boy had speak up
Cos I'm this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it
These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I it
they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
They to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken
For that rap [shit] cos black I [shit] from here to philly
I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and a philly
Cos you're bluffin you're rougher, enough of that crap
Just meet me on the 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 verse because that first one is a
Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff
For the roughnecks and g's, I'm somethin but the function
Kid, I amp up, up, bust a hit squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] up just to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it wild the young'n
The wrestlers, and just the promise where I'm from 'n'
Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep I got cookin
Since I'm livin rough I gots ta it up to brooklyn
Crews can it up the garden 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, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of 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 I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker your frame like it's a tumor
I roll with pmd, so [motherfuckers] the rumour
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo ain't nobody looser
My turn will the stone and that chick they call medusa
I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son
I run thru rappers my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't that a bitch, I up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but i'ma stay

Aight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some wanna test this
So I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I in
The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a
Ass like crab, cheese and macaroni
Good grief, try to rock it, g, they need to knock it itoff
They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they was sitoft
For worse or better, kid, I let another serve me
I'll get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordan's
Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just they spit up
The night that they was they's lookin for some skins to hit up
Now I for solid scheme to bring the beat back
Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe
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