Luyện nghe bài hát It's Like That

yea
ludacris in this fucka
what up talib disturbin tha peace god damnit we gettin started
mix style goes like this
here
now ludacris out the gate and damnit its season
when you shot remember everything happens for a
and you never hit it
why i'm snatchin your girl
she calls me mr.
cuz different strokes the world
i got a for knowledge and an appetite for drama
or appetite for destruction and a thirst for mama
either way I keep it goin til thing is empty
been since mike tyson punched soda popinsky
chicks gettin stung cuz they all in my swarm
plus I step in they dorm they get more tears than
its 2004 the world needs more
and more drunk drivers to hit drunk
they walk around here two left feet
a milk and a cold gat'll put your ass to sleep
how many streets no matter how ugly it seems
long as I got on my proof buddy lee jeans

yea, its like
its like
its that
its that
fucka!

kweli and crips never heard no shit like this
i got chick feelin moist
you comin than the ad in the back of the village voice
you still a toy, the is still a boy
they tryin to get me to by sayin the lesser of two evils is still a choice
well maybe and not
niggas rhymin like the guy 80
im home i love the 80s

picture the with the panoramic view
my flow the iceberg that the ran into

rock like suicide vicitims red flannel
why your rhymes sound like they was written for clear
we used to drive to 50 states and hear 50
now every city knows sames songs its just pimps and hos
and the kids think the key to gettin down in the
is to copy the hot nigga and start the same
now you tryin to be heard but shouts in vain
cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats my name

it might be somethin that you can't pry me
out the eye 20s see my rhymes good money
we're with akmed and durba swervin the streets
we're shaka zoolo shana and luda disturbin tha
i murdered the
im the nightmare that recur in sleep
a word in the flesh like the wafer that the nun got to eat
the lamb of god herded the sheep
a whole flock of __ nigga do you

yo wats poppin its the kid
ya my nigga
my homeboy my my brother from another mother
talib
and is how we do man
it or love it
guess who fresher i
d dies red and black jack 45 in his levis
he has his highs
i eazy e rise
put LA on nomatic but ain't beleive nas
was 96 in the g __
told me gon believe start writin rhymes after BIG died
eyes puffy some sayin fuck me
cuz im from the west im fresh and i dougie
now NY love me still niggas wanna
im by 50 states and the westside love me
benz dre im the nigga to chase
and it been that way the beef with jigga and mase
in my chuck taylors red ones with the fat
ten desert eagle with the hollow tip laces
fresh white tee rocks in my necklace
real gangsters drink 40 ounces for
i eat fat three times a day
so fuck you if you dont like the red paint on my 6
i was in the hood, i be who i be
and me and is like mack 10 and dub c