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' over them

I don't need a 'cause I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock New Kids On The Block
I can't lose like Parker I'm undefeated
Step into my sector 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 it's gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' well yo you're gettin' bucked down

I fuck around I ain't got time for punks
But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly
Stunts round 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 fly rhymes over 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 off my load
So hit the road Jack and don't come back no
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor your crew of soft core

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm fillin' up reels of tape my fly rhymes
And I got a subsciption of High
Son in the back
The Ralph 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 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 a race 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 like knows han
Solo, are what I'll be throwin'
When I be I get the job done

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

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