Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin,
The is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't me or my style
We hold and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you 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 Meth he the best part, now walk with one, word
Time Time 4 Sum
bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, yo' best shot
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 through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
move with a set of tools
I be it to mics when 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 got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven with ease
Did more drugs pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you compare
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I 'em like Authority
And my nigga Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile 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 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 give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
Impossibly might be the one in leather
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went with her
Three years for a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a situation
I should start erasin your organization for makin
tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded
a crowd to get you souped up - you're still wack
I caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
Fuck you, your 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 than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a from the steel physique
So Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and em off with sumthin sumthin

We moonshine and crops
Purchasin the with the sho' 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, street
than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously another enemy made another due paid
Color-safe so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor
Get yo' hold that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas the do's at
On the like I'm Kojak
Kissin the on that Flo bitch
scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get or get done