Luyện nghe bài hát It's Like That

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

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

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

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

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

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

yo wats its the kid kain
ya my nigga
my homeboy my dawg my brother from another
talib
and is how we do man
hate it or it
guess who fresher i
d red and black lumber jack 45 in his levis
he has his knees
i eazy e rise
put LA on nomatic but they beleive nas
was 96 in the g __
told me they gon believe start rhymes after BIG died
eyes puffy some niggas fuck me
cuz im from the west im fresh and i idolize
now NY love me still niggas hate
im embraced by 50 and the westside love me
benz told dre im the to chase
and it been that way since the beef with and mase
in my chuck red ones with the fat laces
ten khakis eagle with the hollow tip laces
fresh white tee yellow rocks in my
real gangsters drink 40 ounces for
i eat fat burgers three a day
so fuck you if you like the red paint on my 6 straight
i was in the hood, i be who i be
and me and kweli is mack 10 and dub c