Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

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

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 it's gettin' shot
And if it's shot well yo you're gettin' bucked down

I don't fuck I ain't got time 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 freaky funky junky

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

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

Punk pussy bitches, jail snitches
On stage I get wrecked and I collect my
I get the funky style and gomer pile
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 to rip shit
Blastin' the soul assassins

Askin' the question the lesson
Bringin' the West back to the East Coast
Where it all started what're you
You're startin' to trip 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
y'all, feel it

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

Or I just might bust and my clip
Unless you're a punk then I'll 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 tape with my fly
And I got a subsciption of High
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 or Mickeys

put your head out just like a fuckin' Marlboro
Don't fuck with me punk you know I'm thorough
like a race 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 like knows han
Solo, bolos are I'll be throwin'
I be flowin' I get the job done

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

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