Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
From zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I swim the English backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We hold court and blow
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be now
Man's down, hands
ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag with Funk Doc, we in funk 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 through
That material 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 don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own World
Leave your bitch in shock like the third caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I the seven seas with ease
Did more drugs pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
Don't make me it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth
Out the How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that representer
Get hit from the bottom to head when you enter

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

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he one
To cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I start erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole rock the basement
You come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still
I caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep 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 flirt
Bitches hit me off more than New
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat the steel physique
So Iron (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin

We moonshine and grow
Purchasin the handhelds with the 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' momma biscuits, we bomb
I know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I fade
your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids hold
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them niggas where the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with redrum
Gingivitis to filthy ass gums
Bottom either get down or get done