Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna with the acrobatic
ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The resevoir is now
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't me or my style
We hold and blow trial
You 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' when 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 Braxton, blowin 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 it don't stop, that's the life

I be the individual I be splittin through
That Teflon material to Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of
I be doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it like
When I slaughter don't get, in the water
the Brick's got it's own World Order
Leave bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you compare
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em Authority
And when my nigga Meth
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 follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc break it

Hah, yo, suck my out of animosity
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
might be the one in black leather
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
years for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a [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
tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a to get you souped up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the
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
hit me off more than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the physique
So Iron (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and em off with sumthin sumthin

We moonshine and crops
Purchasin the handhelds with the sho' shots, it got me
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 shellin
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due
bleach so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double blade, razor sharp
Get yo' hold that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show wack niggas where the do's at
On the case like I'm
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get down or get