Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a walk through the terror
Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin when they hear the chrome
Where them at? what, nigga holla back
Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a
exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular
We do it up in a benz or a dog
Smokin black, to snoop dogg
We troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in your funny top, guns
In the drop top, headed to the chop
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 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 know I'm sweatin, plus I'm
Ready to set like nino at the wedding
You a new jack, ain't a city
What a pity, I fuck around, I have to you fifty
And if I take 49, and left with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, the oxygen
Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks
ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, fucked your whole up
time the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, give me my

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Yo, there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we gonna die
A and his man tried to front, they 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, there, mike there
All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right
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 these cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq

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A real hard makes a real soft ass
I thought I told these they ain't in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug
that, I make 'em run and get they wife 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 for them weak ass rhymes
And then, when you spittin it's three and four at a
Come on now, I to be rude and shit
But only a chosen few that can do this shit
I thought you knew shit, and ran through this shit
But you sample shit, and gettin sued and shit
You know you makin me sick, like the flu and
And stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and
You see I wit shit, wit any bit I spit
rap crack, you phat, ain't all that and shit

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