Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who flip with the acrobatic
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 hold and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be now
Man's down, down
Hold ground by yo' side it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Meth 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 funk mode, take yo' shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
Better with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a,
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 World
Leave bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em Authority
And when my Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile rollin dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
that Jersey representer
Get hit from the to your head when you enter

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

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly be the one in black leather
Name tag "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The spreader, I love the grimy shit
my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for a loaded handgun
But it's when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on your it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should start erasin whole organization for makin
tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're 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, blood be
All on my shirt, the of the flirt shittin
Bitches hit me off more New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and em off with sumthin 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
explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made due paid
Color-safe bleach so I fade
Scar your with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' hold that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them niggas where the do's at
On the case like I'm
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG - Raider Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
Bottom line either get or get done