Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

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

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

Just do what ya feel and follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

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

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