Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

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

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

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

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

Now gimme some room and explode
Cock back my hammer squeeze off my load
So hit the road and don't come back no more
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with crew of soft core

Punk pussy bitches, jail house
On stage I get and I collect my riches
I get the funky and like gomer pile
You'll be surprise, surprise, as I

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

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

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

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

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

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

My DJ Lethal, on the cut
When I a dope 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 or Mickeys

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

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

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

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