Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Meanwhile at the ranch
We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see 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 On The Block
I can't lose like Parker Lewis I'm
into my sector 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 cock it well then it's shot
And if it's gettin' shot well yo you're gettin' bucked

I don't fuck around I 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 funky stinky junky

Let's uglies in the night time between the sheets
I rock fly rhymes over funky beats
The ruin, the legion of doom
Now the track or with the fat back 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 back no
Or be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
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 jerk off on the mic and get it
When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or

I'll put your head out like a fuckin' Marlboro
Don't fuck me punk you know that I'm thorough
Bred like a horse right in your face force
Feedin' you beats straight off the

So catch, me me, if you can
You know I'm the man chewbacca knows han
Solo, bolos are what 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 I'm known to get buck wild
The luck of the Irish, spreads a virus, so feel it

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