Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Feel It

Haaaaaa, and it don't stop and it stop
child got the world prop nigga
Can you it
Can you it
(do I cock my pistol? )

I be notorious that nigga big smalls
Plus I keep it raw live like jamal
If ya act up you get up
What the I represent thugs (you know it)
Y'all know my style, bring it to man, woman and
juvenile (rugged child break it down)
Jiggers they stick like crews
You never see me spendin cash on you fools
I don't love you hoes (why not)
A lot of cross be laws like got
A nigga like me keep it real, to jesus
to the real woman, fuck you skeezers

(2x)
Can you it
Can you it
(or do I gotta cock my )

I'm a juvenile deliquent, I a cocked biscuit
Moet and be gettin a nigga lifted
And I'm high my mouth is dry
I'm not the sky
But a nigga for the eye he do or die
Clack-clack, all you hear up in the dark
Blaka-blaka, and two bright sparks
The boy fall down while screamin
Wooo comin, but them no worry me see
A criminal for bein
No matter who, what, how, when or where it down
A plus a punany don
In '95 i'ma max nissan
I'ma max, get it, max, i'ma, max-ima, come along
I take you another chamber, let me pick
36 wu-tang? yeah that be shit

So I creep ooohhhhhh I deep like f.o.i.'s
or get paralyzed
I drop jewels like a nervous
A hell raiser, engrave my logo in your player
I bring the pain in different methods
Similar to the lethal injection and your style is
What punk, boy box ya up
my rhymes is sicker than them kids in somalia