Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a walk through the dome
Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live they hear the chrome
them dollars at? what, nigga holla back
Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on plaque
to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin, on a cellular
We do it up in a or a hoop dog
Smokin black, listenin to snoop
We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money
Smack you all up in your funny top, cock
In the drop top, headed to the chop
Gettin ten grand, the handle on your lock pop

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Throw ya in the sky if you feelin this
You can roll a bag of la if you it
You can it in ya ride, you can park up on the side
You can to the vibe, if you feelin this

I'm high when I I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like brown at the wedding
You a new jack, ain't a city
What a pity, I around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're left one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya son
Take ya breath son, nah, the oxygen
Fuck it, the muthafuckin glocks again
ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, fucked your plan up
Every the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, give me my

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Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to
no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die
A nigga and his man tried to front, both in disguise
See before jesus, the only man was i
And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm right
Standin there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, hype there, russell there, there
All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right
From brook-nam to queens, all the way to and back
Anywhere you go, you see the only attack
Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin tracks
We bombin cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq

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A real hard makes a real soft ass
I thought I told these muthafuckas they in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from stripes, snatch they thug patch
that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back
You black, bum raps is what y'all got
It'll a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no for them weak ass rhymes
And then, when you spittin three and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be rude and
But it's only a few that can do this shit
I you knew this shit, and ran through this shit
But you still shit, and gettin sued and shit
You you makin me sick, like the flu and shit
And stage ya monkey ass, the zoo and shit
You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all and shit

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