Luyện nghe bài hát Killin' It

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

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

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

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

And say, nigga that's your's, 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 back when them other niggaz sweat ya'

So check uno dos 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 that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin' it
it
(Killin' it)
it
(Killin' it)
J-Ro is up next to

me
I be it
(Killin' it)
When I be 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, down the of my heater
I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche

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

My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the
My craves the brew and my Johnson craves the ass
Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't 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 freaky Friday, why dey, try to get loose
MC's are like [unverified], they have no use

I just got off the court, where I was some cats
In basketball, a question that 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 Who be killin' 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 niggaz that be shit
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 get what you earn
So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, my smoke
Go for the throat, we known for rockin' the boat

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

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

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

Tha rock that 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
Bringin' it live once again, yeah, 'cause I be it
(What, stabbin' it, it, yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the coast

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