Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
ground 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 court and blow trial
You catch when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate next dart
To my fucking
Little he the best part, now walk with that one, word
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, take yo' best
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 Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
Better move a set of tools
I be doin it to mics 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 it's own World
Leave your bitch in like the third rail caught her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the
Of niggas hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And my nigga Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that representer
Get hit from the bottom to your when you enter

Just do what ya feel and never (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 to all you rap colonies
And shunt million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black
tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy
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 [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 caught up in a tight
I should start your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon the basement
You couldn't come if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still
I peel caps, on the
Destroy et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, label moms and yo' editor
you two to the jugular, blood 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 them pigs heart 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 with the shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental discretion
explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb
I might but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze enemy made another due paid
Color-safe so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, sharp
Get yo' bandaids that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass
Bottom line either get down or get