Luyện nghe bài hát Killin' It

Ahh, ahh, I be it
(Why Tash?)
I be feelin' it
I get money so no need for it

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

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

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

And say, nigga that's your's, you opened up doors
Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tour
So God bless ya, never let rap pressure test ya
You know who got your back when other niggaz sweat ya'

So uno dos while I roast 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 niggaz 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 I won't 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, skeet out in my Porsche two-seater

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

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

her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda hella
[Unverified], is what I 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, I was whoopin' some cats
In basketball, here's a question that I to ask y'all
Who be killin' it, is it the Who be killin' 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
it, killin' it, killin' 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 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 like fuck regardless, my smoke
Go straight for the throat, we for rockin' the boat

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

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

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

Tha rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin' it
Once again 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
Bringin' it live 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, what? It's the crew
We be it, uhh, 'cause we be feelin' it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what,