Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

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

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

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

Let's bump uglies in the time 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 some room and I'll explode
Cock back my hammer then squeeze off my
So hit the road Jack and don't come no more
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with crew of soft core

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

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

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

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

to the rhyme 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 might bust and unload my
Unless you're a punk I'll just pop you in the lip
And you the deal now how did that 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 High
Son in the back
The Ralph Emms is on the track

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

I'll put head out just like a fuckin' Marlboro
fuck with me punk you know that I'm thorough
Bred like a race horse right in your force
you beats 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 but not with the same rap
And not with the same style I'm to get buck wild
The luck of the Irish, like a virus, so feel it

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