Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
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 catch 'cal you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one,
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag team Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't it don't stop, that's 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 doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, it like three-quarters
When I slaughter don't get, caught in the
the Brick's got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock the third rail caught her
Styles stay than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more than pharmacies
So call me lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on 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 Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your when you enter

Just do what ya and never follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps pottery
To lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shunt your dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in leather
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the shit
my girl 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 your forehead it's not cause you
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a tight
I start erasin your whole organization for makin
tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - still wack
I peel caps, on the
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The
Fuck you, label moms and yo' editor
you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt
Bitches hit me off than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a from the steel physique
So Iron (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and em off with sumthin sumthin

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