Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin,
The resevoir is now
I swim the 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, hands
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one,
Time Time 4 Sum
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin holds
Tag team Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it quit it don't stop, that's the life

I be the individual I be splittin through
That Teflon to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a,
I load the mic then cock, drop it like
When I slaughter don't get, caught in the
Cause the got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail her
Styles stay 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 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 rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that representer
Get hit from the to your head when you enter

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

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

We moonshine and crops
the handhelds with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip
Next in, line, discretion advised
These explicit, linguistics
than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I don't
Scar your mental with my edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids hold
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas the do's at
On the case like I'm
Kissin the on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line get down or get done