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 don't know me or my
We court and blow trial
You 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the part, now walk with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout 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 it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical I be splittin through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
move with a set of tools
I be doin it to when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it like
I slaughter don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas 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 ya feel and never follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc break it

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' like pottery
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
Impossibly might be the one in leather
tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back her
Three years for carrying a loaded
But it's forever a nigga [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 caught up in a situation
I should start erasin whole organization for makin
Wack tunes my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still
I peel caps, on the
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
Fuck you, your moms and yo' editor
you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the of the flirt shittin
hit me off more than New Edition
(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 with sumthin

We moonshine and grow
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, parental advised
These explicit, linguistics
than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously another enemy made another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I fade
your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids hold
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas the do's at
On the like I'm Kojak
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come premeditated redrum
to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get down or get