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, it's the maniac, brainiac so back the
up
If niggas got beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it
niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it
When they came and tried to tease, you must be jokin
tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] 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 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, well be the spot
So now I the mic so that my nigga books can rock

cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
If you step and watch verse because that first one is a doosey
I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
For the and g's, I'm swingin somethin but the function
Kid, I amp up, recamp up, a hit squad 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 beneath the promise where I'm 'n'
Hey sweet lookin, you need to what I got cookin
I'm livin rough I gots 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, reappear like I'm a
Yes, the lunatic so that tuna kick, it's just a warning
Cos I could I go for mayor, to 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 ain't nobody looser
My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] 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 stay

Aight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy test this
So I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers I invested in
The nutcracker blacker these guns to smack a phony
Ass backwards crab, cheese and macaroni
grief, some try to rock it, g, they need to knock it itoff
They must be eatin gerbals cos that 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 they takin, cough it up just like they up
The that 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 which makes my stylus free jack, believe that
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