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 'cause I'm not a hard
Got bitches on my jock like New Kids On The
I can't lose like Lewis I'm undefeated
Step into my homeboy you'll get greeted

By the 380 Mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already don't make me it
'Cause if I have to 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 time for
But I got time to smoke all the skunk 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 time the sheets
'Cause I rock fly over funky beats
The Celtic ruin, the of doom
Now the track or with the fat back doom

Now gimme room and I'll 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, house snitches
On stage I get and I collect my riches
I get the funky style and gomer pile
You'll be surprise, surprise, as I

to the top fuck a punk cop
I'm always hip hop a pimple goes pop
So you better quit zit I to rip shit
with the soul assassins

Askin' the teachin' the lesson
Bringin' the West Coast back to the East
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' pain and feelin' so feel it

feel it, feel it
Just it
y'all, feel it

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

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 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 Dooby's in the
The Mexican Emms is on the track

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

I'll put head out just like a fuckin' Marlboro
Don't fuck with me you know that I'm thorough
like a race horse right in your face force
Feedin' you beats 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 one the prodigal son
I and I came back but not with the same rap
And not with the 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
Feel it, feel it
it, c'mon on y'all, feel it
Just it, c'mon on