Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
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 and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be now
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my heart
Little Meth he the best part, now with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin holds
Tag team with Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be through
That Teflon to knock 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 cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I slaughter don't get, caught in the
Cause the Brick's got it's own World
Leave your bitch in like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more than pharmacies
So me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
Don't make me 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 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 never (repeat 3X)
Doc break it down

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps pottery
To lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And your million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in leather
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went with her
Three years for carrying a handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he one
To cranium
That red dot on forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a tight
I should start erasin your whole for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon the basement
You couldn't come if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, points twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're wack
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, blood be
All on my shirt, the of the flirt shittin
Bitches hit me off than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I them pigs heart 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 got no weapon, you lip professin
in, line, parental discretion advised
These explicit, street
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb
I know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Blaze 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
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas where the at
On the like I'm Kojak
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
line either get down or get done