Luyện nghe bài hát Likwit Ridas

Tha Tha Alkaholiks
Tha Tha Alkaholiks
Tha Tha Alkaholiks
Tha Tha Alkaholiks

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

A real rider will ride ya, a stallion with a chair
Any buster be cherbin', in the game embarrassin'
And we came prepared I'm round hoe
On the low

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

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

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

Just grab the mic, don't do it right

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

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

Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the in these rhymes
Niggas do crimes and make it past they primes
My flows are numerous like East Valley
Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap 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 grip shot gun
My other one a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever

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

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

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

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

So I sit with Walley, and make my plan dividends will end
With this look, my grand one of a kind like a
To buy some once find, and flip it twice
But don't put a on hold we roll

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

In my so many fans movin' hand to hand
So many niggas out there to be the man
Neon Dion, got jacked like peons
On the front for the first time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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