Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

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

I need a glock 'cause 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 don't me cock it
'Cause if I have to cock it well it's gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' shot yo you're gettin' bucked down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just feel it, it
Just it
y'all, feel it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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