Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

I don't a glock 'cause 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 get greeted

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

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

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

Now gimme room and I'll explode
Cock back my hammer squeeze off my load
So hit the road Jack and don't come back no
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 gomer pile
You'll be surprise, surprise, as I

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

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

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

Back to the rhyme I'm always on
A lime to a lemon yo a lemon to a
I rock the old school style and futile
To step up you'll get swept up like dust

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

I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly
And I got a of High Times
Son in the back
The Mexican Ralph is on the track

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
When I drink a brew it's 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 in your face force
Feedin' you straight off the streets

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 with the rap
And not the same style I'm known to get buck wild
The of the Irish, spreads like a virus, so feel it

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