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

By the 380 Mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already make me cock it
'Cause if I have to it well then it's gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' well yo you're gettin' bucked down

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

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

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

Punk bitches, jail house snitches
On I get wrecked and I collect my riches
I get the funky style and like pile
be surprise, surprise, surprise as I

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

Askin' the question the lesson
the West Coast back 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 of pain
Is causin' pain and feelin' so feel it

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

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

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

I'm up reels of tape with 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 like a nut
So let me jerk off on the mic and get it
When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or

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

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 style I'm known to get wild
The luck of the Irish, spreads a virus, so feel it

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