Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a through the terror dome
of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome
Where them at? what, nigga holla back
Is they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a
Money exchangin, rearrangin on a
We do it up in a or a hoop 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
ten grand, 'cause the handle on your lock pop

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

I'm high I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like nino at the wedding
You a new jack, this a city
What a pity, I around, I have to give you fifty
And if I 49, and you're left with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the
Fuck it, the muthafuckin glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I six to tear ya man up
Now you can't up, fucked your whole plan up
Every the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, 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 both die
A and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before jesus, the man chosen 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, there, russell there, mike there
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 only
Niggas flipped it on they back, this tracks
We bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin

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[sweet
A real hard head a real soft ass
I thought I told these they ain't in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch thug patch
that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back
You dumb black, bum is what y'all got
It'll take a forest fire, to make ya hot
And I ain't got no for them weak ass rhymes
And then, when you spittin it's three and at a time
Come on now, I to be rude and shit
But it's a chosen few that can do this shit
I you knew this shit, and ran through this shit
But you still sample shit, and gettin 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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