Luyện nghe bài hát It's Lik Dat

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It's lik dat

Verse 1: dray,

Yeah it, uhh, yeah, check it
Well check it out y'all, the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
up
If niggas got some beef *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it
These niggas couldn't tell us they jealous but I heard it
When they came and tried to tease, you must be jokin
They tried to diss the kid, got they [fuckin] bodies broken
For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] here to philly
I up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of crap
Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can rap
Cos if you really battle, well that'd be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my books can rock

cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
If you and watch that verse because 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 but the function
Kid, I amp up, up, bust a hit squad stamp up
Do your vest up just to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it wild with the
The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise I'm from 'n'
Hey sweet lookin, you to peep what I got cookin
Since I'm livin rough I gots ta it up to brooklyn
Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, I'm the dirt
Until it's 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, reappear like I'm a
Yes, the lunatic so bust tuna kick, it's just a warning
Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer ? ? ? ?
I'm wicked, kick it sicker than frame like it's a tumor
I roll with pmd, so kill the rumour
Y'all can never my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
My turn will kiss the stone and chick they call medusa
When I wreck I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son
I run thru rappers my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't that a bitch, I up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but stay rich

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