Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

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

By the 380 Colt in my pocket
I had a few drinks already make me cock 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 for punks
But I got time to smoke all the skunk blunts
gather round check out the sound
And let's get down to do the nasty freaky funky junky

Let's bump uglies in the night time between the
'Cause I rock fly rhymes over beats
The Celtic ruin, the of doom
Now gimme the track or the fat back doom

Now gimme some room and I'll
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 your crew of soft core

Punk pussy bitches, jail snitches
On stage I get wrecked and I my riches
I get the style and like gomer pile
You'll be surprise, surprise, as I

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

Askin' the question the lesson
Bringin' the West Coast back to the Coast
Where it all started what're you
You're startin' to from that Jheri Curl drip
Soakin' in brain the house of pain
Is causin' pain and feelin' pain so it

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

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

Or I just might bust and my clip
Unless you're a punk then 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 of High Times
Son Dooby's in the
The Mexican Ralph Emms is on the

My DJ Lethal, on the cut
When I bust a dope rhyme, 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

I'll put your out just like a fuckin' Marlboro
Don't fuck with me you know that I'm thorough
Bred like a race horse in your face force
Feedin' you beats off the streets

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

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