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

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

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

And say, nigga your's, 'cause you opened up doors
Before Tha had a deal, you had a nigga 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 roast this coast a
it comes to beats and rhymes, you know 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 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, down the of my heater
I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche

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

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

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

I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some
In basketball, here's a question 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 it, is it the gangsters?
Who be killin' it, is it the rastas? Who be it
Killin' it, killin' it, it?

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

Mr. Big Bad Insane, black McClane
Look, listen and learn, you only get what you
So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, 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 bang the up
Demandin', clear lane for crash
If anything I'm guaranteed to be the Man Standing'

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

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

Tha Liks rock that shit that have all niggaz feelin' it
again feelin' it, killin' 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 this out the West coast

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