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

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, yes, maybe no
Maybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some

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

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

So check uno dos while I roast this a toast
When it comes to 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 feelin' it
it
(Killin' it)
it
(Killin' it)
J-Ro is up next to

me
I be it
(Killin' it)
I be feelin' it
Got rum in my cup, believe I won't be spillin' it

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

I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and bears
And Astro vans with chairs hoes come in pairs
Plus makin' 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 craves the brew 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 I tell her
I get like Friday, why dey, try to get loose
Wack MC's are like [unverified], have no use

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

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

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

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

Pick a number motherfucker,
The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we
As an avalanche of soul and that shine ain't gold
Just 'cause niggaz got brew make 'em nickel proof

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

Tha Liks rock that that have all y'all niggaz feelin' it
Once again 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, party down, party
Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 'cause I be it
(What, it, beatin' it, yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West

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