Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I swim the Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We hold court and trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be now
Man's down, hands
Hold ground by yo' when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one,
Time Time 4 Sum
bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin holds
Tag team Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take 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 I be splittin through
That Teflon to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a,
I load the mic cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I slaughter get, caught in the water
Cause the got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more than pharmacies
So me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like
And when my Meth shine
Out the How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to head when you enter

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

Hah, yo, suck my out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt your dollar investment, to economy
might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy
Even my girl did grimy to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a loaded
But it's forever a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your whole for makin
tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still
I caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep The Predator
Fuck you, label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be
All on my shirt, the king of the shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart a beat from the steel physique
So Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off sumthin sumthin

We moonshine and grow
Purchasin the handhelds with the 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
explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb
I might but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due
Color-safe bleach so I don't
Scar mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' hold that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack where the do's at
On the case like I'm
Kissin the grits on that Flo
Flip scripts take LOOONG - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with premeditated
to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get or get done