Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

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

By the 380 Colt in my pocket
I had a few drinks already make me cock it
'Cause if I have to cock it well then it's shot
And if it's gettin' shot well yo gettin' bucked down

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

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

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

Punk pussy bitches, house snitches
On stage I get wrecked and I collect my
I get the funky style and like gomer
be surprise, surprise, surprise as I

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

Askin' the teachin' the lesson
Bringin' the West Coast to the East Coast
Where it all started what're you
You're to trip from that Jheri Curl drip
Soakin' in brain the house of pain
Is causin' and feelin' pain so feel it

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

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

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

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

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

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

So catch, me me, if you can
You know I'm the man chewbacca knows 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 back but not with the rap
And not with the same I'm known to get buck wild
The luck of the Irish, like a virus, so feel it

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