Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
From 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 catch 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 Toni Braxton, blowin her back out Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin
Tag team Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it quit it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical 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 cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with
Did more drugs than
So call me lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I 'em like Authority
And when my nigga shine
Out the inner How High rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that representer
Get hit the bottom to your head when you enter

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

Hah, yo, my dick 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 be the one in black leather
Name tag "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 when a [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 whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a to get you souped up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the
Destroy et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your label and yo' editor
you two to the jugular, blood 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 pigs 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 moonshine and grow
Purchasin the handhelds the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P got no weapon, you lip professin
in, line, parental discretion advised
These explicit, street
Better than yo' biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might know but tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made due paid
bleach so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor
Get yo' bandaids hold
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on that Flo
Flip scripts take shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
to your filthy ass gums
Bottom either get down or get done