Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Meanwhile back at the
We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss
Then ya got Kooter fixin' 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 like Parker Lewis I'm
Step into my sector 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 gettin' shot well yo you're gettin' bucked

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

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

Now some room and I'll explode
Cock 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 with your of soft core

Punk pussy bitches, house snitches
On stage I get wrecked and I collect my
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 quit zit I came to rip
with the soul assassins

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

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

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

Or I just bust and unload my clip
you're 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 Times
Son in the back
The Mexican Ralph is on the track

My DJ Lethal, on the cut
When I bust a dope rhyme, it's bustin' a nut
So let me off on the mic and get it sticky
When I drink a brew it's Guinness or Mickeys

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

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 back but not with the same rap
And not with the same I'm known to get buck wild
The luck of the Irish, spreads a virus, so feel it

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