Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't me or my style
We hold court and blow
You catch 'cal when you browse my X-Files, who be next now
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my heart
Little he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag team with Doc, we in funk mode, take 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 with a set of
I be doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the rail caught her
Styles deeper than 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 it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's Jersey representer
Get hit from the to your head when you enter

Just do what ya feel and never (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

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

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