Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
From zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We hold court and trial
You catch when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, hands
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate next dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now with that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum
bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be through
That Teflon to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of
I be doin it to when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I slaughter don't get, caught in the
Cause the got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock the third rail caught her
stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I up the majority
Of lookin hard at me, I Port '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 your when you enter

Just do what ya and never follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' like pottery
To lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And your million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I the grimy shit
Even my did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
years for carrying a loaded handgun
But forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To your
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 whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the
You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin
Or producer, royalty points shot loaded Luger
a crowd to get you souped up - you're still wack
I caps, on the regular
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 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 physique
So Iron (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and em off with sumthin sumthin

We moonshine and grow
the handhelds with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip
Next in, line, parental discretion
These explicit, street
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Blaze another enemy made another due paid
bleach so I don't fade
Scar your mental my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids that
Like E said, Get the
Show them wack where the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with redrum
to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line get down or get done