Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The resevoir is now
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you know me or my style
We hold court and trial
You catch 'cal 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 this dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with one, word
Time Time 4 Sum
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob
I'm throwin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, yo' best shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the

I be the individual I be splittin through
That Teflon material to Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of
I be doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it three-quarters
When I slaughter don't get, in the water
Cause the Brick's got own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock the third rail caught her
Styles deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
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 that representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head you enter

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

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
Impossibly might be the one in black
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I the grimy shit
my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a handgun
But it's when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To your
red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a situation
I should start erasin your whole for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon the basement
You come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you up - you're still wack
I caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo'
Give you two to the jugular, be spreadin
All on my shirt, the of the flirt 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 and grow crops
Purchasin the handhelds with the sho' shots, it got me
slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, discretion advised
explicit, street 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
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, sharp
Get yo' hold that
Like E said, Get the
them wack niggas where the do's at
On the case like I'm
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass
Bottom either get down or get done