Luyện nghe bài hát It's Like That (My Big Brother)

Due to technical dificulties beyond our
Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be with us
Erick Sermon, keep it on
Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep it on
K to M Murray keep keep it on
Keep keep on, ya stop
keep it on, and ya don't stop
Keep it on, and ya don't stop
K-Solo, Redman, ya don't
Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't

I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have jumpin off
Cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage, who put the Ram in
Bas cla in claat
Maintain, few remain in the
So I remain and pop's the main aim

Well it's the Funk Spock, the pon cock lyricist
My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this
Biscuits be back when I be coming
I guess they heard how I be takin out by the hundreds
Wanted, for two million and a body
And use the microphone as my
still trippin, thinkin
What the fuck is this funky fungus growed amongst us

Sprayed a few, a few, rap crews say they shamed too
But can't two, like we do
Fuck them, they better bow
This rhyme'll cold hit em, real cause I'm K-Solo
Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in
See the better vet, could do, to you undouche
You three groups, punkses at a time
I box two and knock em out at the of a dime

The faced murderer
Servin two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular
Workin a shifty hour like a
My crew ya like we never even heard of ya
Odds are evens, that I'mma be the one
My new niggas the flows of the major deacon
The bazaar, the rap
When I step up I pump like rah

My afro blows in sixty degrees
So makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree
very, loquacious
And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the
Fly word that we flip on the mike
My crew be like, this hype
Wrong's the forget the bullshhhh
To rhyme like the K-Solo, you more than a soul kid

Come closer, while I lock it down I'm supposed ta
You me, you won? You might of, but then you woke up
My turbulence will make peanut butter up
me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker
Y'all is fools, playin with hood moves
You couldn't my amount if you sung I Missed You
Dissed you you yeah I fixed you
Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss