Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Meanwhile at the ranch
We got Bo and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg
Then ya got Kooter over them cars

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

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

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

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

Now gimme some room and explode
Cock back my then squeeze off my load
So hit the Jack and don't come back no more
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor your crew of soft core

pussy bitches, jail house snitches
On stage I get and I collect my riches
I get the funky style and gomer pile
be surprise, surprise, surprise as I

Rise to the top fuck a cop
I'm always hip hop only a goes pop
So you better zit I came to rip shit
Blastin' the soul assassins

Askin' the question the lesson
Bringin' the Coast back to the East Coast
Where it all started you retarded
startin' to trip from that Jheri Curl drip
Soakin' in your brain the of pain
Is causin' pain and pain so feel it

Just feel it, it
feel 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 rock the old school and it's futile
To step up 'cause you'll get swept up dust

Or I might bust and unload my clip
Unless you're a then I'll 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 fillin' up reels of with my fly rhymes
And I got a subsciption of High
Son in the back
The Mexican Ralph is on the track

My DJ Lethal, on the cut
I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut
So let me off on the mic and get it sticky
I drink a brew 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 like a race horse right in 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 flowin' I get the job

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

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