Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a through the terror dome
Instead of little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? what, holla back
Is they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a
exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular
We do it up in a or a hoop dog
Smokin black, listenin to snoop
We them dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in your funny top, guns
In the top, headed to the chop shop
ten grand, 'cause the handle on your lock pop

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

I'm when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like brown at the wedding
You a new jack, this ain't a
What a pity, I around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're with one
See the one that in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the
Fuck it, the muthafuckin glocks again
Throw ya up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you stand up, fucked your whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the slam up
ya head, give me my respects

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Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's to hide
Don't no one survive, the on my side, we both gonna die
A nigga and his man tried to front, both in disguise
See jesus, the only man chosen was i
And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm there
over there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, hype there, russell there, there
All them niggas me embarrass you, right there
brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the only attack
Niggas flipped it on back, enormin this tracks
We bombin cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq

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

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