Luyện nghe bài hát It's Like That

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

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

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

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

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

it might be somethin that you pry from me
out the eye 20s see my rhymes good money
we're rollin with akmed and durba swervin the
we're shaka zoolo and luda disturbin tha peace
i the beat
im the that recur in your sleep
a word in the flesh the wafer that the nun got converted to eat
takin the of god herded the sheep
a whole flock of __ do you believe

yo wats its the kid kain
ya my ludacris
my homeboy my dawg my brother from another
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 watch eazy e
put LA on but they ain't beleive nas
was 96 in the g __
told me they gon believe start writin rhymes BIG died
eyes puffy some sayin fuck me
cuz im from the west im fresh and i idolize
now NY love me still niggas wanna
im embraced by 50 states and the westside me
benz told dre im the nigga to
and it been that way since the beef jigga and mase
in my chuck taylors red ones with the fat
ten khakis desert eagle the hollow tip laces
fresh white tee yellow in my necklace
real gangsters drink 40 ounces for
i eat fat burgers three a day
so fuck you if you dont the red paint on my 6 straight
i was in the hood, i be who i be
and me and kweli is like 10 and dub c