Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a walk the terror dome
Instead of duckin little niggas, live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? what, 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 or a hoop dog
Smokin black, listenin to dogg
We troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in funny top, guns 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 bump to the vibe, if you feelin

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

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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 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
Standin over there, wit a and a mic there
Puff there, hype there, russell there, mike
All them watch me embarrass you, right there
brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the knights attack
flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks
We these cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq

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[sweet
A real hard head makes a real ass
I thought I told these muthafuckas they ain't in our
fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch
Fuck that, I make 'em run and get wife and come back
You black, bum raps is what y'all got
It'll take a fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no for them weak ass rhymes
And then, you spittin it's three and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be and shit
But it's only a chosen few that can do this
I thought you this shit, and ran through this shit
But you still 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
That rap crack, you phat, all that and shit

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