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 diligent the earth's soil
Where I rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil
But I sit at and boil 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 live high all
And the place I buy my beer is callin' in for supply
Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, no
Maybe niggaz got some that wanna battle for some dough

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

And say, nigga that's your's, 'cause you 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 while I roast this 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 shit 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)
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 that Likwid
(Oh, fo' sho')
Well, here I go, mida, mida, the barrel of my heater
I torch ya, then skeet out in my two-seater

I'm from the of rattlesnakes 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 crave the cash
My mouth craves the brew and my craves the ass
Who's on blast? Tha Liks, baby, don't it
Just rock it, got girl's number in my change pocket

What's her name? Stella, if she's on me kinda
[Unverified], is I tell 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, where I was whoopin' cats
In basketball, here's a question that I have to ask
Who be killin' it, is it the ladies? Who be killin' it, is it the
Who be it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin' it, is it the gangsters?
Who be killin' it, is it the rastas? Who be it
it, killin' it, killin' it?

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

Mr. Big Bad Insane, black John
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 to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts
Tryin' to stack like Tut and still bang the microphone up
Demandin', lane for crash landin'
If anything I'm guaranteed to be the 'Last Man

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

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

Tha Liks rock that shit 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, party down, down
Bringin' it once again, yeah, 'cause I be killin' it
(What, it, beatin' 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 it, uhh, 'cause we be feelin' it
Say what, say what, say what, wha, what, wha, what,