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' over them

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 homeboy you'll get greeted

By the 380 Colt Mustang in my
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' bucked

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

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

Now gimme some and I'll explode
Cock back my hammer squeeze off my load
So hit the road Jack and don't 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 wrecked and I collect my
I get the funky style and like gomer
You'll be surprise, surprise, as I

Rise to the top fuck a cop
I'm always hip hop only a goes pop
So you quit zit I came to rip shit
with the soul assassins

Askin' the question the lesson
Bringin' the West Coast back to the East
Where it all started what're you
You're startin' to trip that Jheri Curl drip
Soakin' in your brain the house of
Is causin' pain and 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 yo a lemon to a lime
I the old school style and it's futile
To step up 'cause get swept up like dust

Or I might bust and unload 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 I'm killin' any pig that squeals

I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly
And I got a subsciption of High
Son Dooby's in the
The Mexican Ralph Emms is on the

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

I'll put your head out like a fuckin' Marlboro
Don't fuck me punk you know that I'm thorough
Bred like a race horse right in your 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'
When I be flowin' I get the job

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

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