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 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 boil spicy rum when it's
'Cause I from the crew where we got drinks for every season

Maybe that's the why I live 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 friends that wanna battle for some dough

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

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

So check uno dos I roast this coast a toast
When it to beats 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 niggaz 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 Likwid flow
(Oh, fo' sho')
Well, here I go, mida, mida, down the of my heater
I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche

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

I just got off the court, I was whoopin' some cats
In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask
Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be it, is it the fellas?
Who be killin' it, is it the Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters?
Who be killin' it, is it the Who be killin' it
Killin' it, killin' it, it?

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

Mr. Big Bad Insane, black McClane
Look, listen and learn, you only get you earn
So hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke
Go straight for the throat, we known for the boat

It's hard to find like the grade A shit, 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 'Last Man

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

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

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

What, yeah, it live with the, yeah, feelin' it
(Feelin' it)
it
(Killin' it)
Like

Party down, party down, down
Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 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, It's the likwid crew
We be it, uhh, 'cause we be feelin' it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what,