Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
From ground all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, hands
Hold ground by yo' side it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum
bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' 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 splittin
That Teflon material to Big Ben off of schedule
Better move a set of tools
I be doin it to when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, it like three-quarters
When I don't get, caught in the water
Cause the got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock the third rail caught her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more than pharmacies
So call me that Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
Don't make me bring it on back I up the majority
Of lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And my nigga Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head you enter

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

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly that and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt your million investment, to economy
might be the one in black leather
Name tag "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy
Even my girl did grimy to me and I went back with her
Three for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on your it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a situation
I should start erasin your whole organization for
Wack tunes my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're wack
I peel caps, on the
Destroy et cetera, creep like 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 flirt
Bitches hit me off more than New
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart a beat from the steel physique
So Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off sumthin sumthin

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