Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, 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 catch when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, hands
Hold by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my heart
Little Meth he the part, now walk with that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum
Dreamin bout Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it quit it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin
Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move 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 slaughter get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own World
Leave your in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more drugs pharmacies
So call me that Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin at me, I Port 'em like 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 that representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head you enter

Just do what ya feel and follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly that and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
Impossibly might be the one in leather
Name tag "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy
Even my girl did shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a loaded
But it's forever when a [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To your
That red dot on your it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your whole organization for
Wack tunes while my platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my agent
Or producer, royalty points shot loaded Luger
Even a to get you souped up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo'
you two to the jugular, blood 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 Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off sumthin sumthin

We moonshine and grow
Purchasin the with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip
Next in, line, discretion advised
These explicit, linguistics
Better 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, sharp
Get yo' bandaids that
Like E said, Get the
Show wack niggas where the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
Flip scripts LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with premeditated
to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get or get done