Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who flip with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin,
The resevoir is now
I the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be now
Man's down, down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate next dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob
I'm throwin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, yo' best shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it don't it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be through
That Teflon to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move a set of tools
I be doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I slaughter get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own Order
Leave your bitch in shock the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I 'em like Authority
And when my nigga shine
Out the inner How High rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey
Get hit from the bottom to head when you enter

Just do ya feel and never follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc break it

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the wetter"
The hash spreader, I the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back her
Three years for a loaded handgun
But it's forever a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should start erasin whole organization for makin
tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're wack
I caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The
Fuck you, label moms and yo' editor
you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the shittin
Bitches hit me off more New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel
So Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin

We moonshine and grow
Purchasin the handhelds the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
ain't got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental discretion
explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I don't
Scar your mental my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' hold that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack where the do's at
On the like I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
Flip scripts take shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass
Bottom either get down or get done