Luyện nghe bài hát It's Lik Dat

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It's lik dat

1: dray, books

Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, it
Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical so back the
up
If niggas got some then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how I it
These niggas tell us they were jealous but I heard it
When they and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] broken
For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to
I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and a philly
Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that
meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap
Cos if you really wanna battle, well be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my books can rock

Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy
If you step and watch that verse that first one is a doosey
Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff
For the roughnecks and g's, I'm swingin somethin but the
Kid, I amp up, recamp up, a hit squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] vest up to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it wild with the
The wrestlers, and just the promise where I'm from 'n'
Hey sweet lookin, you to peep what I got cookin
I'm livin rough I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
Crews can kiss it up the with that work, I'm just the dirt
Until time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....

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Verse 2: dray,

yeah
Well back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me
Cos yo I'm disapearin, like I'm a genie
Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, just a warning
Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor
I roll with pmd, so [motherfuckers] the rumour
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there nobody looser
My turn will kiss the stone and that chick call medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] I'm quicker, son
I run thru rappers my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't a bitch, I switched up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but i'ma stay

Aight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna this
So I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I in
The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a
Ass backwards like crab, cheese and
Good grief, some try to rock it, g, they need to knock it
They must be eatin gerbals cos [shit] they dropped was sitoft
For worse or better, kid, I never let serve me
I'll get than that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
Crews be talkin bout takin, cough it up just like they spit up
The night that they was they's lookin for some skins to hit up
Now I wait for solid scheme to the beat back
Cos it's to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that
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