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 court and blow trial
You 'cal 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 best part, now walk with that one,
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin holds
Tag team with Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin
That material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
move with a set of tools
I be it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it three-quarters
When I slaughter don't get, caught in the
Cause the got it's own World Order
Leave your in shock like the third rail caught her
stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on I fuck up the majority
Of niggas hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my Meth shine
Out the How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's Jersey representer
Get hit from the to your 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 head and freeze yo' camps like
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million investment, to economy
Impossibly be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the wetter"
The hash spreader, I the grimy shit
Even my did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
years for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a situation
I should erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, points twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still
I peel caps, on the
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
Fuck you, your label and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be
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 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 and grow crops
Purchasin the with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip
in, line, parental discretion advised
These explicit, linguistics
than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously another enemy made 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
Kissin the on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Ruckus
One, I with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get down or get