Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who flip with the acrobatic
From zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I the English 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
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking
Little Meth he the part, now walk with that one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin holds
Tag team Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it don't it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be through
That Teflon material to Big Ben off of schedule
Better with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic cock, drop it like three-quarters
I slaughter don't get, caught in the water
Cause the got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I the seven seas with ease
Did more drugs pharmacies
So me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em 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 bottom to your when you enter

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

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like
To give to all you rap colonies
And your million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly be the one in black leather
tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy
my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a loaded
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he one
To cranium
That red dot on your forehead not cause you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a situation
I start erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be
All on my shirt, the king of the shittin
Bitches hit me off than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the physique
So Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin

We and grow crops
the handhelds 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
in, line, parental discretion advised
These explicit, linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we shellin
I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you it
Johnny, Dangerously another enemy made another due paid
bleach so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggas the do's at
On the case I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on Flo bitch
Flip scripts take shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
Bottom line either get or get done