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

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

I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools off
Cliffs grabbin their ass yellin Geronimo
It ain't a at all when K solve
and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage, who put the Ram in
Bas cla in bumba
Maintain, few in the game
So I remain focused and pop's the aim

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

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

The long faced
Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's
a shifty hour like a burgular
My crew ya like we never even heard of ya
are evens, that I'mma be the one creepin
My new niggas check the flows of the major
The bazaar, the rap
When I step up I pump volume rah

My blows in three-hundred sixty degrees
So this makes me, the light skinned Roundtree
Vocabularies very,
And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the
Fly word we flip on the M-I-K-E mike
My crew be like, this style's
Wrong's the opposite the bullshhhh
To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more a soul kid

Come closer, I lock it down like I'm supposed ta
You battle me, you won? You might of, but you woke up
My turbulence will make butter choke up
Call me tha City, Stock Cock Broker
Y'all niggas is fools, playin with hood
You total my amount if you sung I Missed You
you dismissed you yeah I fixed you
Let your suck on the shit that I piss through