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 cars

I don't need a glock 'cause I'm not a rock
Got on my jock like New Kids On The Block
I can't like Parker Lewis I'm undefeated
into 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
'Cause if I to cock it well then it's gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' shot well yo you're gettin' down

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

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

Now gimme some room and I'll
Cock back my hammer then squeeze off my
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 pussy bitches, jail house
On stage I get and I collect my riches
I get the funky style and gomer pile
be surprise, surprise, surprise as I

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

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

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

to the rhyme I'm always on time
A to a lemon yo a lemon to a lime
I rock the old school style and it's
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 I'm killin' any pig that squeals

I'm fillin' up reels of tape 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 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 either or Mickeys

I'll put your head out just like a 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 know I'm the man chewbacca knows han
Solo, bolos are what be throwin'
When I be flowin' I get the job

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

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