Luyện nghe bài hát Killin' It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me
I be it
(Killin' it)
When I be it
Got rum in my cup, best believe I be spillin' it

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

I'm from the home of and golden bears
And Astro vans with swivel chairs come in pairs
Plus makin' money's in my
That's why I got in my jeans, I got a cravin'

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

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

I got off the court, where I was whoopin' some cats
In basketball, here's a that I have to ask y'all
Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be it, is it the fellas?
Who be killin' it, is it the Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters?
Who be it, is it the rastas? Who be killin' it
Killin' it, it, killin' it?

See I be killin' it, yeah, I be feelin' it
This is dedicated to the niggaz that be shit
from the bottom of my black ass heart
The untamed no shame, on top of the game

Mr. Big Bad Insane, John McClane
Look, listen and learn, you only get what you
So hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke
Go straight for the throat, we known for the boat

It's to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts
Tryin' to stack like King Tut and still the microphone up
Demandin', clear for crash landin'
If I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man Standing'

Pick a number motherfucker,
The circumstance make you shit in your and we advance
As an of soul and everything that shine ain't gold
Just 'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em proof

My record reads hit man for hire
Xzibit showin grace under
Tha killin' it
(Killin' it)
it
(Killin' it)

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

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

Party down, party down, down
it live 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 coast

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