Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Meanwhile back at the
We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see Hogg
Then ya got Kooter fixin' over cars

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

By the 380 Colt Mustang in my
I had a few already don't make me cock it
'Cause if I have to cock it well then gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' shot yo you're gettin' bucked down

I don't fuck around I ain't got time for
But I got to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
gather round check out the sound
And get down to do the nasty freaky funky stinky junky

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

Now gimme some room and I'll
Cock back my hammer 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 core

Punk pussy bitches, house snitches
On I get wrecked and I collect my riches
I get the funky style and like 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 quit zit I came to rip shit
Blastin' the soul assassins

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

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

to the rhyme I'm always 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 then I'll just pop you in the lip
And show you the now how did that feel
You know I'm any pig that squeals

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

My DJ Lethal, on the cut
When I a dope 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 your head out just a fuckin' Marlboro
Don't fuck with me punk you that I'm thorough
Bred like a race horse in your face force
you beats straight off the streets

So catch, me me, if you can
You know I'm the man chewbacca knows han
Solo, bolos are what I'll be
I be flowin' I get the job done

'Cause I'm one the prodigal son
I left and I back but not with the same rap
And not with the same I'm known to get buck wild
The luck of the Irish, like a virus, so feel it

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