Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna 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 'cal when you through 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 that one,
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin
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 I be splittin through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
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 slaughter don't get, caught in the
Cause the Brick's got own World Order
your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with
Did more drugs pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you compare
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth
Out the inner How High mobile three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you

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

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
Impossibly be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the 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 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 start erasin whole organization for makin
Wack tunes my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points shot loaded Luger
a crowd to get you souped up - you're still wack
I caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, 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 New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make pigs heart skip 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
the handhelds with the sho' 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, parental advised
These explicit, linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we shellin
I might but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I don't
your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' hold that
Like E said, Get the
Show wack niggas where the do's at
On the like I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on that Flo
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
Bottom line get down or get done