Luyện nghe bài hát Killin' It

Ahh, ahh, I be it
(Why Tash?)
'Cause I be it
I get so no need 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 it's freezing
'Cause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every

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

If you know somebody holla, 'cause I take those extra
Split that shit J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala
And lace it with the out my own stack of cheese
Get a flossy 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 know who got your back them other niggaz sweat ya'

So check uno dos while I this coast a toast
it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the most
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)
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 flow
(Oh, fo' sho')
Well, here I go, mida, mida, the barrel of my heater
I torch ya, then out in my Porsche two-seater

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

My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets the cash
My mouth craves the and my Johnson craves the ass
Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, twist it
Just it, got your girl's number in my change pocket

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

I got off the court, where I was whoopin' some cats
In basketball, a question that I have to ask y'all
Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be it, is it the fellas?
Who be killin' it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the
Who be killin' it, is it the rastas? Who be it
Killin' it, killin' it, it?

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

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

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

a number motherfucker, whassup?
The make 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 record reads hit man for hire
Xzibit showin grace under
Tha Alkaholiks it
(Killin' it)
it
(Killin' it)

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

What, yeah, bring it live 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, it, beatin' 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, It's the likwid crew
We be killin' it, uhh, we be feelin' it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what,