Luyện nghe bài hát L-I-K-S

Ha ha, ha, ha, ha, straight ignorance at it's
We got the rowdy ass Alkaholik boys in the house
They brought they homeboys the House to come fuck witch'all
Animal full of skateboarders, head bangers, slang bashers
Y'know, me out

Aiyyo Tha Liks beats like custom auto
When the fans hear the name they straight rush a
two thou' now niggaz what's the motto?
(Keep it motherfucker)
Ah 'til it hurts to

I got a Rollo ass with no strings attached
If you come to battle don't bring yo' raps
tha Liks baby, yeah, yeah, the same team
Yo Swift, tell these niggaz the fuck the name means

Leanin' on the ledge of the bar, rowdy and rude
Longevity, lots of
Legendary Crew for life, large following
Illustrious,

In rap section, not imperfection
International, city nigga
I'm the truth in the booth
Idolize my

Who keep runnin' off at the mouth, keep it bouncin' down
We stay keyed, keep on givin' the fans what need
Keep it rough for streets
(Swift)

So inebriated, so
So underrated, so
So focused, so ambition
So much recognition, that's the of

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So tha Liks is on the set it's that same shit perpetual
A gang of rookie niggaz tryin' to against professionals
But y'all bow down drink six
When you nine of us but it's only three Liks

Headbangin' leaves necks with pinched nerves
Tash slurs word serves when I'm C-derb
But y'all already know what's the name of my
So yo J, tell these niggaz what the fuck the means

Los Angeles, manhandlers
Got laid up in the lab, livin' skanless
For the of brew, younger son named Lou
Likwid niggaz in the laminate your whole body

I'm alcohol infusion
You idiots get bruised you choosin' an illusion
How can I be
In a world full of I'm pure like Iverson handles

You know you better kneel to Likwid
We with the King plus we knit real tight
We got the knack to make knots, me the fuck alone
I break you down from kneecaps to knuckle bones

Shit you done walked a storm
We seven feet above the norm
Pull it over to the side, I'm slip and swervin'
Servin' broad in a suburban, I hit her with the

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