Luyện nghe bài hát It's Lik Dat

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It's lik dat

Verse 1: dray,

check it, uhh, yeah, check it
Well check it out y'all, the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
up
If niggas got some beef *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm rippin this, my ridiculous, look how I word it
These couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it
When they came and tried to tease, please you be jokin
They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] broken
For rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to philly
I swallow up your crew crack a brew 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 wanna battle, well that'd be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my nigga books can

Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy
If you and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey
Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got expertise
For the and g's, I'm swingin somethin but the function
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 beneath the where I'm from 'n'
Hey lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin
Since I'm livin I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
Crews can kiss it up the with that work, I'm just the dirt
Until 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, reappear I'm a genie
Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, just a warning
Cos I could I go for mayor, to like ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it than your frame like it's a tumor
I roll pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody
My turn will kiss the stone and that they call medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on some [shit] because I'm quicker, son
I run rappers like my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't a bitch, I switched up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but i'ma 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 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 gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoft
For worse or better, kid, I never let serve me
I'll get flyer that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
Crews be talkin bout takin, cough it up just like they spit up
The night that they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some to hit up
Now I wait for solid to bring the beat back
Cos like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that
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