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
check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
up
If niggas got some beef then *? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how I it
These niggas couldn't tell us they were but I heard it
When came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
They to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken
For rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to philly
I swallow up crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, of that crap
Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can rap
Cos if you really wanna battle, that'd 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
Then I'm up to squeeze, I got nuff 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 your [fuckin] up just to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it with the young'n
The wrestlers, and beneath the promise where I'm from '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 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 that tuna kick, it's just a warning
Cos I I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a
I roll with pmd, so kill the rumour
can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
My turn will the stone and that chick they call medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on some [shit] because I'm quicker, son
I run thru like my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't that a bitch, I up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but i'ma rich

Aight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some wanna test this
So I'm em to the showers by the powers that I invested in
The nutcracker wear these guns to smack a phony
Ass backwards crab, cheese and macaroni
Good grief, some try to it, g, they need to knock it itoff
They must be eatin gerbals cos [shit] they dropped was sitoft
For or better, kid, I never let another serve me
I'll get flyer that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like 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 to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that
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