Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Meanwhile back at the
We got Bo Duke and Daisy to go see boss Hogg
Then ya got Kooter fixin' them cars

I need a glock 'cause I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock New Kids On The Block
I can't like Parker Lewis I'm undefeated
Step my sector homeboy you'll get greeted

By the 380 Colt Mustang in my
I had a few drinks already don't me cock it
'Cause if I to cock it well then it's gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' well yo you're gettin' bucked down

I don't fuck around I ain't got time for
But I got time to all the skunk philly blunts
Stunts gather round check out the
And let's get to do the nasty freaky funky stinky junky

Let's bump in the night time between the sheets
'Cause I rock fly rhymes funky beats
The ruin, the legion of doom
Now gimme the track or with the fat back

Now gimme some room and explode
Cock back my hammer squeeze off my load
So hit the road Jack and come back no more
Or I'll be moppin' up the with your crew of soft core

pussy bitches, jail house snitches
On stage I get wrecked and I my riches
I get the funky style and like pile
You'll be surprise, surprise, as I

Rise to the top a punk cop
I'm always hip hop only a pimple pop
So you better quit zit I to rip shit
Blastin' with the assassins

Askin' the question the lesson
Bringin' the West Coast back to the Coast
it all started what're you retarded
You're startin' to trip from that Jheri drip
Soakin' in your brain the of pain
Is pain and feelin' pain so feel it

Just feel it, it
Just it
C'mon y'all, it

to the rhyme I'm always on time
A lime to a lemon yo a to a lime
I the old school style and it's futile
To step up 'cause you'll get swept up like

Or I just might bust and my clip
Unless you're a punk then just pop you in the lip
And show you the now how did that feel
You know I'm killin' any pig squeals

I'm up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
And I got a subsciption of Times
Son Dooby's in the
The Mexican Ralph is on the track

My DJ Lethal, on the cut
When I bust a dope rhyme, like bustin' a nut
So let me off on the mic and get it sticky
When I drink a it's either Guinness or Mickeys

I'll put head out just like a fuckin' Marlboro
Don't with me punk you know that I'm thorough
Bred a race horse right in your face force
Feedin' you beats straight off the

So catch, me me, if you can
You know I'm the man like chewbacca han
Solo, bolos are I'll be throwin'
When I be I get the job done

'Cause I'm number one the son
I left and I came but not with the same rap
And not with the same style I'm known to get buck
The of the Irish, spreads like a virus, so feel it

Feel it, just it
Feel it, feel it
it, just feel it
Feel it, c'mon on y'all, it
Just feel it, on