Luyện nghe bài hát Likwit Ridas

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

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

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

No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be
But we be no gangstas, straight 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 always bumpin'
gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press
Hittin' hard a tech on the target

Just grab the mic, don't do it right

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

good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame
And a Volkswagen brain my style be kind of old, like
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 troubles in rhymes
Niggas do crimes and never make it past they
My are numerous like East Valley murders
Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap Rally's burgers

You that cool niggero, riding on a metro
With the 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns
But I got one, a grip shot gun
My one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever

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

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

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

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

So I sit with Walley, and my plan till dividends will end
With this look, my 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 fetti even if it's off the
Gotta stay on the ball, my gift to gab, make a cash
Sit back in a lab and oil like an Arab
For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am though, I'm peepin' out the on the wall
That keep self 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, out he sound
West coast underground, who is the
The Liks and

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