Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who flip with the acrobatic
From ground all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The resevoir is now
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, blowin her back out like Bob
I'm throwin wrestlin
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin
That material to knock 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, it like three-quarters
When I don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third caught her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more drugs pharmacies
So me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
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 Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's Jersey representer
Get hit the bottom to your head when you enter

Just do ya feel and never follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc break it

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
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 be the one in black leather
tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy 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 your
That red dot on forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a situation
I should start your whole organization for makin
Wack while my whole platoon rock 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 like The
Fuck you, label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt
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 steel
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 at my competition, in rap sessions
ain't got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental discretion
These explicit, linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy another due paid
Color-safe so I don't fade
Scar mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' hold that
Like E said, Get the
Show them niggas where the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider
One, I with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass
line either get down or get done