Luyện nghe bài hát Killin' It

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

I work diligent the earth's soil
Where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in
But I sit at and boil spicy rum when it's freezing
'Cause I from the Likwid 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
not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no
Maybe got some friends that wanna battle for some dough

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

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

So check uno dos I roast this coast 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 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 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 ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seater

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

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

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

I just got off the court, I was whoopin' some cats
In basketball, here's a question 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 b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the
Who be it, is it the rastas? Who be killin' it
it, killin' it, killin' it?

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

Mr. Big Bad Insane, black McClane
Look, listen and learn, you only get what you
So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, my smoke
Go straight for the throat, we known for 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 landin'
If anything I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man

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

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

Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz it
Once again feelin' it, 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, down
Bringin' it 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? the likwid crew
We be killin' it, uhh, we be feelin' it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what,