Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin,
The resevoir is now
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my
We court and blow trial
You catch 'cal you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, down
Hold by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Little he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out 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 don't it don't stop, that's the life

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

Just do what ya feel and follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly that head and yo' camps like pottery
To lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And your million 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 shit to me and I back with her
Three years for carrying a handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he one
To your
That red dot on your forehead it's not you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a tight
I should erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve 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
hit me off more than New Edition
(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 sumthin sumthin

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