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

Three cheers, wiz, the mic guy groovy
If you step and watch that because that first 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, bust a hit squad up
Do [fuckin] vest up just to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it with 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 I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
Crews can kiss it up the garden that work, I'm just 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, none of 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 could I go for mayor, to 'peer ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your like it's a tumor
I roll with pmd, so kill the rumour
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't 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 my name was harry dickerson
Now that a bitch, I switched 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 powers I invested in
The blacker wear these guns to smack a phony
Ass like crab, cheese and macaroni
Good grief, some try to it, g, they need to knock it itoff
They must be eatin gerbals cos that they dropped was sitoft
For or better, kid, I never let another serve me
I'll get flyer than 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit up
The night they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some skins to hit up
Now I wait for solid to bring the beat back
Cos it's like to flip makes my stylus free jack, believe that
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