Luyện nghe bài hát Likwit Ridas

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Fo-sho shots get and popped just like a pick lock
With the key, but the master key be me
I assign from hot, like a cold on a stove
And commence to roll, like a

A real rider will ride ya, like a with a chair
Any buster be cherbin', in the that's embarrassin'
And we came because I'm round hoe
On the low

And I hit the with a 50 brown drama metal calico
the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know
How we flow, we get the doe and roll a little harder
So we smoke a yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?

No duckin' and dodgin', my be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, laced parlayers
You stick and watch my money lay ya
And I know them haters, want to see you excel

On the way to Bogel, but them busters always
They gun a story to tell, fresh off the press
Hittin' hard like a on the target

grab the mic, [unverified] don't do it right

J-Ro rock the party till the needle skippin'
I'm like Pippen, long hour sippin'
Uh, [unverified] into books on my shelves
I them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves

What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royce frame
And a Volkswagen brain my be kind of old, like gold
But it's the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill
I like my brew real cold, the Ro-gram you with me

Swift you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes
Niggas do crimes and never it past they primes
My are numerous like East Valley murders
Bustin' shit off like talk is like Rally's burgers

You know cool niggero, riding on a metro
With the Cold 4-0, I really like to permote guns
But I got one, a pistol grip gun
My one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever

Fuckin' the Likwit will get your head severed
get it poppin' lik Buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job
At rappin', we just attempt, and I pimp the flow Imp the Dimp
And I run 40's like my nigga Shawn Kemp, and I'm out

This is how it down, check out he sound
West coast underground, who is the
The Liks and

is how it goes down, check out he sound
West coast underground, who is the
The and WhoRidas

Trust no one, smash, with my do or die
When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by makes mail
Won't stop, I sell, I need to
I can't cross what a nigga need with

So I sit with Walley, and make my plan till dividends end
With look, my grand one of a kind like a brick
To buy some once find, and flip it twice
But put a thang on hold we roll

We stay on the road, I gotta make my even if it's off the wall
stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a lotta cash
Sit back in a lab and strike oil an Arab
For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh

In my lifetime so many fans hand to hand
So many out there trying to be the man
Like Dion, got jacked like peons
On the line for the first time

Hey, what's the big
Put that gun away we have a deal
It's never too to improve your bargaining position

And to whom it my concern, it's turn to burn
Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from Howard
And host my own 'cause Tash is 'bout it bout when it's crowded
I'm to rock y'all niggas even though I'm Guinestouted

So slide oil to these stiff MCs
While I get into this style bones like M 3's
I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega costly
Even Oakland niggas ay is hella saucy'
(What?)

I stomp out the cop out, no ties or split
The Hennessey is fuckin' my vision
But even half blind, I still a rhyme to blow your mind
That's why I walk around LA with more than Ginuwine

So jump in the if y'all niggas wanna battle
'Cause I roll shake and rattle till your whole skidattle
I'm to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin'
why you lookin' at me like 'Tash is up to somethin''

I am though, I'm out the ladies on the wall
That they self together with drawers that match they bras
I feel 'em and I know bitches feel me
'Cause I go by the of
(Catashtophy)

is how it goes down, check out he sound
West underground, who is the tightest?
The Liks and

This is how it down, check out he sound
coast underground, who is the tightest?
The Liks and