Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
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 court and trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be now
Man's down, hands
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate next dart
To my heart
Little he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum
Dreamin bout Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't quit it stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
Better move with a set of
I be it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it three-quarters
When I don't get, caught in the water
Cause the got it's own World Order
your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you compare
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I up the majority
Of niggas hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my nigga shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your when you enter

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

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution 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
Three years for carrying a loaded
But it's forever when a [chik-chik 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 tight
I should start erasin whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole rock the basement
You couldn't close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - still wack
I peel caps, on the
MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your label and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, be spreadin
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 heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So Iron (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin

We and grow crops
Purchasin the 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, linguistics
Better yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Blaze another enemy made another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I don't
your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas where the at
On the like I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Ruckus
One, I come premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
Bottom line get down or get done