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

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin
That material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move a set of tools
I be doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it three-quarters
I slaughter don't get, caught in the water
Cause the got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I the seven seas with ease
Did more than pharmacies
So me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em Authority
And when my nigga shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin dimes 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 follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc break it

Hah, yo, suck my out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' 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 "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the shit
Even my did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To your
That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your whole organization for
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
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still
I caps, on the regular
Destroy et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo'
you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the of the flirt shittin
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 Iron (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
Next in, line, discretion advised
explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we shellin
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Blaze another enemy made 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 niggas where the do's at
On the case like I'm
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with redrum
Gingivitis to filthy ass gums
Bottom either get down or get done