Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna with the acrobatic
From ground all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The resevoir is now
I swim the Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We hold and blow trial
You 'cal when 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 heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin
Tag with Funk Doc, we in funk 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 individual I be splittin through
Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of
I be it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, it like three-quarters
I slaughter don't get, caught 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 with ease
Did more drugs than
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like
And when my Meth shine
Out the inner How High rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that representer
Get hit from the bottom to head when you enter

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

Hah, yo, suck my out of animosity
The velocity will fly that and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
Impossibly might be the one in black
tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the shit
Even my did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three for carrying a loaded handgun
But forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your 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 shot Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - still wack
I peel caps, on the
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The
you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt
hit me off more than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a 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, discretion advised
explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Blaze another enemy made another due paid
Color-safe so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, sharp
Get yo' hold that
Like E said, Get the
Show wack 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 come premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to filthy ass gums
line either get down or get done