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 soil
I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles 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

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

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

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

So check uno dos while I roast 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 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 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, the barrel of my heater
I torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche

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

My mind the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash
My mouth craves the 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 name? Stella, if 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], have no use

I just got off the court, where I was whoopin' some
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 killin' it, is it the Who be killin' it
it, killin' it, killin' 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 black ass
The untamed no shame, on top of the game

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

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

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

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

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

What, yeah, bring it live with the, yeah, 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 out the West coast

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