Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who flip with the acrobatic
From ground all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I swim the Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this dart
To my fucking
Meth 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 holds
Tag team with Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it quit it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical I be splittin through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of
Better move a set of tools
I be doin it to when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it three-quarters
I slaughter don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got own World Order
Leave bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas ease
Did more than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you compare
Get you like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the
Of lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my Meth shine
Out the inner How mobile rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey
Get hit from the bottom to head when you enter

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

Hah, yo, suck my dick out of
The will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap
And shunt your million dollar investment, to
Impossibly be the one in black leather
Name tag "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back her
Three for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on your forehead not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a tight
I should start erasin your whole organization for
Wack tunes while my platoon rock the basement
You come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, points twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the
Destroy et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your moms and yo' editor
you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New
(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 with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip
Next in, line, parental discretion
These explicit, street
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 with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids that
Like E said, Get the
them wack niggas where the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
Flip scripts LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass
Bottom line either get down or get