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
here
now out the gate and damnit its huntin season
when you shot everything happens for a reason
and you never hit it
thats why i'm snatchin girl
she calls me mr.
cuz strokes rule the world
i got a thirst for knowledge and an for drama
or for destruction and a thirst 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 they get more tears than norm
its 2004 the world more 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 steal no matter how ugly it seems
long as I got on my bullet buddy lee jeans

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

kweli and crips niggas heard no shit like this
i got your chick moist
you comin softer than the ad in the of the village voice
you still a toy, the cops is a boy
they to get me to vote by sayin the lesser of two evils is still a choice
well maybe and not
rhymin like the guy 80 glock
im watching i love the 80s

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

rock like suicide vicitims with red
why your rhymes sound like they was written for 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 the hot nigga and start soundin the same
now you tryin to be heard but your shouts in
cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats surroundin my

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

yo wats poppin its the kid
ya my nigga
my homeboy my my brother from another mother
talib
and is how we do man
hate it or it
guess who fresher i
d dies red and black jack 45 in his levis
he has his knees
i watch eazy e
put LA on nomatic but they beleive nas
was 96 in the g __
told me gon believe start writin rhymes after BIG died
eyes puffy niggas sayin fuck me
cuz im the west im fresh and i idolize dougie
now NY love me niggas wanna hate
im embraced by 50 states and the love me
benz dre im the nigga to chase
and it been that way the beef with jigga and mase
in my chuck taylors red with the fat laces
ten khakis desert eagle the hollow tip laces
fresh white tee rocks in my necklace
real gangsters drink 40 ounces for
i eat fat three times 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 like 10 and dub c