Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

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

By the 380 Colt Mustang in my
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 gettin' bucked

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

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

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

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

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

Askin' the question the lesson
Bringin' the Coast back to the East Coast
Where it all what're you retarded
You're startin' to trip from that Curl drip
in your brain the house of pain
Is causin' pain and feelin' pain so it

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

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

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

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

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

I'll put your head out just a fuckin' Marlboro
fuck with me punk you know that I'm thorough
Bred like a race horse in your face force
Feedin' you beats straight off the

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

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

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