Luyện nghe bài hát It's Like That

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

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

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

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

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

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

yo wats its the kid kain
ya my ludacris
my homeboy my my brother from another mother
kweli
and is how we do man
hate it or it
who fresher than i
d red and black lumber jack 45 in his levis
he has his knees
i watch eazy e
put LA on nomatic but ain't beleive nas
was 96 in the g __
told me they gon believe start writin after BIG died
eyes puffy niggas sayin fuck me
cuz im from the west im fresh and i idolize
now NY love me still niggas hate
im embraced by 50 states and the love me
benz dre im the nigga to chase
and it been that way since the beef jigga and mase
in my chuck taylors red ones the fat laces
ten khakis desert eagle with the tip laces
fresh tee yellow rocks in my necklace
real gangsters 40 ounces for breakfast
i eat fat burgers three 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