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 'cause I'm not a hard
Got bitches on my like New Kids On The Block
I can't lose like Parker I'm undefeated
into my sector homeboy you'll get greeted

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

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

Let's bump uglies in the night time between the
'Cause I rock fly 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 my hammer then squeeze off my load
So hit the road Jack and don't come no more
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with crew of soft core

Punk pussy bitches, house snitches
On stage I get wrecked and I my riches
I get the funky and like gomer pile
You'll be 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' the soul assassins

the question teachin' the lesson
Bringin' the West Coast to the East Coast
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 feelin' pain so it

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

Back to the I'm always on time
A to a lemon 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 just might and unload my clip
Unless a punk then I'll just pop you in the lip
And show you the deal now how did that
You know I'm killin' any pig that

I'm up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
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 rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut
So let me off on the mic and get it sticky
When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or

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

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

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