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 style like this
look
now ludacris out the gate and its huntin season
when you shot everything happens for a reason
and you hit it right
why i'm snatchin your girl
she me mr. drummin
cuz different strokes the world
i got a thirst for knowledge and an appetite for
or appetite for destruction and a for your mama
way I keep it goin til that thing is empty
been nice mike tyson punched soda popinsky
chicks keep gettin stung cuz all in my swarm
plus I step in they they get more tears than norm
its 2004 the world needs lesbians
and drunk drivers to hit drunk pedestrians
they walk around with two left feet
a warm milk and a gat'll put your ass to sleep
how many streets steal no how ugly it seems
long as I got on my proof buddy lee jeans

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

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

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

rock like suicide vicitims red flannel
why your rhymes sound like they was written for channel
we used to drive to 50 and hear 50 flows
now every city knows songs its just again pimps and hos
and the think 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 shouts in
cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats my name

it might be somethin you can't pry from 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 disturbin tha
i murdered the
im the that recur in your sleep
a word in the like the wafer that the nun got converted to eat
takin the lamb of god the sheep
a whole of __ nigga 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 dies red and lumber 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 niggas sayin fuck me
cuz im from the im fresh and i idolize dougie
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 with jigga and
in my chuck taylors red ones the fat laces
ten khakis eagle with the hollow tip laces
fresh white tee rocks in my necklace
real gangsters 40 ounces for breakfast
i eat fat burgers 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 kweli is like 10 and dub c