Luyện nghe bài hát Killin' It

Ahh, ahh, I be it
(Why Tash?)
'Cause I be it
I get money so no for stealin' it

I work diligent beneath the earth's
Where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in
But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's
'Cause I from the crew where we got drinks for every season

Maybe that's the reason why I high all July
And the place I buy my is callin' in for more supply
not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no
Maybe niggaz got some friends that battle for some dough

If you know somebody holla, I take those extra dollars
Split that shit J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala
And lace it with the out my own stack of cheese
Get a extra flossy floss and King Tee the keys

And say, nigga your's, 'cause you opened up doors
Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour
So God bless ya, never let rap pressure test ya
You know who got your when them other niggaz sweat ya'

So check uno dos I roast this coast a toast
When it comes to and rhymes, you know who got the most
I be it
(Killin' it)
it
(killin' it)

Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya feelin' it
it
(Killin' it)
it
(Killin' it)
J-Ro is up to flow

me
I be it
(Killin' it)
I be feelin' it
Got rum in my cup, believe I won't be spillin' it

Yo,
(Whattup Ro?)
I got to know, do I got that Likwid
(Oh, fo' sho')
Well, I go, mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater
I torch ya, skeet out in my Porsche two-seater

I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden
And Astro vans with chairs hoes come in pairs
Plus money's in my genes
why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravin'

My mind craves the knowledge, my crave the cash
My mouth the brew and my Johnson craves the ass
Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't it
Just rock it, got girl's number in my change pocket

her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda hella
[Unverified], is I tell her
I get like Friday, why dey, try to get loose
Wack are like [unverified], they have no use

I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some
In basketball, a question that I have to ask y'all
Who be it, is it the ladies? Who be killin' it, is it the fellas?
Who be killin' it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the
Who be it, is it the rastas? Who be killin' it
Killin' it, killin' it, it?

See I be it, yeah, when I be feelin' it
This is to the niggaz that be stealin' shit
Straight from the bottom of my ass heart
The untamed feel no shame, on top of the

Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John
Look, listen and learn, you only get what you
So I'ma like fuck regardless, watch my smoke
Go for the throat, we known for rockin' the boat

It's hard to find like the grade A shit, no cuts
Tryin' to like King Tut and still bang the microphone up
Demandin', lane for crash landin'
If anything I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man

a number motherfucker, whassup?
The make you shit in your pants and we advance
As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine gold
'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em nickel proof

My record contract hit man for hire
showin grace under fire
Tha Alkaholiks it
(Killin' it)
it
(Killin' it)

Tha Liks rock shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin' it
Once again feelin' it, it
(Killin' it)
it
(Drillin' it)

What, yeah, bring it live with the, yeah, it
(Feelin' it)
it
(Killin' it)
Like

Party down, party down, down
Bringin' it once again, yeah, 'cause I be killin' it
(What, stabbin' it, it, yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West

Say what, wha, what, wha, what,
I say what, wha, what, wha, what, what? It's the crew
We be killin' it, uhh, we be feelin' it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what,