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 the English 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, down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I this next dart
To my heart
Little he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin
Tag team with Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, the life

I be the individual I be splittin through
That material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move a set of tools
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 Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven with ease
Did more than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't 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 mobile rollin three dimes at a
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey
Get hit from the bottom to head when you enter

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

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt your dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in leather
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a handgun
But it's forever a nigga [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 your whole organization for
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the
You couldn't come 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 caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
Fuck you, label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt
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 break em off with sumthin

We moonshine and crops
Purchasin the with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
ain't got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental discretion
explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we shellin
I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I fade
Scar mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' hold that
Like E said, Get the
them wack niggas where the do's at
On the like I'm Kojak
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider
One, I come premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
Bottom line either get or get done