Luyện nghe bài hát It's Like That

yea
ludacris in this fucka
what up disturbin tha peace god damnit we just gettin started
mix tape style goes 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 your girl
she calls me mr.
cuz different rule 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 dorm they get more than norm
its 2004 the world needs more
and more drunk drivers to hit drunk
they walk here with two left feet
a warm milk and a cold gat'll put your ass to
how streets steal no matter 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 crips never heard no shit like this
i got your chick feelin
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 vote by sayin the lesser of two evils is a choice
well maybe and not
niggas rhymin like the guy 80
im watching i love the 80s

picture the ocean with the 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 used to drive to 50 and hear 50 flows
now every city sames songs its just again pimps and hos
and the kids think the key to down in the game
is to copy the hot nigga and start soundin the
now you to be heard but your shouts in vain
cuz you drowned out by the thats surroundin my name

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

yo wats poppin its the kid
ya my nigga
my homeboy my dawg my brother another mother
kweli
and is how we do man
hate it or it
guess who fresher i
d dies red and black lumber jack 45 in his
he has his highs
i watch e rise
put LA on nomatic but ain't beleive nas
was 96 in the g __
told me they gon believe writin rhymes after BIG died
eyes puffy niggas sayin fuck me
cuz im from the im fresh and i idolize dougie
now NY love me niggas wanna hate
im embraced by 50 states and the love me
told dre im the nigga to chase
and it been that way since the with jigga and mase
in my chuck taylors red ones with the fat
ten khakis desert eagle with the tip laces
fresh white tee yellow rocks in my
gangsters drink 40 ounces for breakfast
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 kweli is mack 10 and dub c