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 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
black, listenin to snoop dogg
We them troops dog, that be up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in your 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 hands in the sky if you this
You can roll a bag of la if you it
You can bump it in ya ride, you can up on the side
You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin

I'm high I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like brown at the wedding
You a new jack, this 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 in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the
Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks
Throw ya 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, me my respects

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Yo, there's to run, there's nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we both 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, there, russell there, mike there
All niggas watch me embarrass you, right there
From brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and
Anywhere you go, you see the knights only
Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin this
We bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin

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[sweet
A hard head makes a real soft ass
I I told these muthafuckas they ain't in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they 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 time for 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 chosen few that can do this
I you knew this 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 rule wit shit, wit any bit I
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all and shit

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