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

Maybe the reason 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
Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for dough

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

And say, nigga that's your's, 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 this coast a toast
When it to beats 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 niggaz 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, 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 skeet out in my two-seater

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

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

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

I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' cats
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 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 be stealin' shit
Straight from the of my black ass heart
The feel no shame, on top of the game

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

Pick a number motherfucker,
The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we
As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine ain't
Just 'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em 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 y'all 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, party
Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 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, what? It's the crew
We be killin' it, uhh, 'cause we be it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what,