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 diligent beneath the earth's soil
Where I rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped 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 reason why I live high all
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 know somebody holla, 'cause I take those extra
Split that with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala
And lace it with the deez out my own of cheese
Get a extra floss and toss King Tee the keys

And say, nigga that's your's, 'cause you opened up
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 I roast 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 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 believe I won't be it

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

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

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

What's her Stella, if she's on me kinda hella
[Unverified], is I tell her
I get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get
MC's 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, it, killin' it?

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

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

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

Pick a number motherfucker,
The circumstance you shit in your pants 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 contract reads hit man for hire
Xzibit showin grace fire
Tha killin' 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 with the, yeah, feelin' it
(Feelin' it)
it
(Killin' it)
Like

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

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