Luyện nghe bài hát It's Lik Dat

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It's lik dat

Verse 1: dray,

Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, it
Well check it out y'all, the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
up
If got some beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, how I word it
These niggas couldn't tell us they were but I heard it
When they came and tried to tease, please you be jokin
They tried to the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken
For that rap [shit] cos black I [shit] from here to philly
I swallow up crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
Cos you're like 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

cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a
Then I'm up to squeeze, I got nuff 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 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 to peep what I got cookin
Since I'm livin I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
can kiss 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, of y'all can see me
Cos yo I'm disapearin, like I'm a genie
Yes, the lunatic so bust tuna kick, it's just a warning
Cos I I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ?
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 kiss the stone and that they call medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck because I'm quicker, son
I run thru rappers like my name was harry
Now ain't a bitch, I switched up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but i'ma rich

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