Luyện nghe bài hát Killin' It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just got off the court, where I was some cats
In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask
Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be killin' it, is it the
Who be it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters?
Who be killin' it, is it the 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
from the bottom of my black ass heart
The untamed feel no shame, on top of the

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

It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no
to stack like King Tut and still bang the microphone up
Demandin', clear lane for crash
If anything I'm to be the 'Last Man Standing'

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

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

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

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

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

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