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

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

If you somebody holla, 'cause 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 floss and toss 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, 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 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)
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 flow
(Oh, fo' sho')
Well, here I go, mida, mida, down the of my heater
I torch ya, then skeet out in my two-seater

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

My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets the cash
My mouth craves the brew and my Johnson the ass
on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't twist 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 I tell her
I get freaky Friday, why dey, try to get loose
Wack MC's are [unverified], they have no use

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

See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be it
This is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin'
Straight from the bottom of my black ass
The feel no shame, on top of the game

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

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

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

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

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

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

Party down, party down, party
Bringin' it live 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,