Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip the acrobatic
From ground all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you know me or my style
We court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be now
Man's down, hands
Hold ground by yo' side it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now walk that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the

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 then cock, drop it three-quarters
When I slaughter don't get, caught in the
Cause the Brick's got it's own 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 steppin like stairs, frats,
Don't make me it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth
Out the inner How High mobile rollin dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head you enter

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

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The velocity will fly head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million 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 grimy to me and I went back with her
Three years for a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik and he lands one
To your
That red dot on your forehead not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your whole organization for
Wack while my whole platoon rock the basement
You come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you up - you're still wack
I caps, on the regular
MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo'
Give you two to the jugular, 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 heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So Iron (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and em off with sumthin sumthin

We moonshine and grow
Purchasin the handhelds 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
Better than yo' 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 don't
Scar your mental my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids hold
Like E said, Get the
Show them wack niggas where the at
On the case like I'm
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass
Bottom either get down or get done