Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who flip with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, we be smokin, Tical
The resevoir is now
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my
We hold and blow trial
You catch 'cal you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next
To my heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't quit it stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
move with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a,
I load the mic then cock, drop it three-quarters
I slaughter don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the rail caught her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
Don't me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I 'em like Authority
And when my Meth shine
Out the inner How High rollin 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 what ya feel and follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt million dollar investment, to economy
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 years for a loaded handgun
But forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] 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 erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the
You couldn't close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded
Even a crowd to get you souped up - still wack
I caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the 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 em off with sumthin sumthin

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