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 swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't me or my style
We hold court and trial
You catch when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, down
ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Little he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be through
That Teflon material to Big Ben off of schedule
move with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a,
I load the mic then cock, 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 call me that 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 hard at me, I 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey
Get hit from the bottom to your head you enter

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

Hah, yo, suck my out of animosity
The velocity will fly that and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the wetter"
The spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went with her
Three years for a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he one
To your
red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot Luger
a crowd to get you souped up - you're still wack
I caps, on the regular
MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your moms and yo' editor
you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the of the flirt shittin
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 with sumthin

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