Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a through the terror dome
Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin when they hear the chrome
Where them at? what, nigga holla back
Is they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaque
to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin, rearrangin on a
We do it up in a benz or a dog
Smokin black, listenin to snoop
We them troops dog, be runnin up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in funny top, guns cock
In the drop top, headed to the shop
ten grand, 'cause 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 bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the
You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin

I'm when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like nino brown at the
You a new jack, this a city
What a pity, I fuck around, I to give you fifty
And if I 49, and you're left with one
See the one that in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya son, nah, here's the oxygen
Fuck it, bring the glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, fucked whole plan up
time 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 gonna die
A and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before jesus, the only man was i
And you can a or a nightmare, and I'm right there
Standin there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, hype there, russell there, there
All them niggas watch me embarrass you, 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 these cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq

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[sweet
A real hard makes a real soft ass
I thought I told muthafuckas they ain't in our class
fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch
Fuck that, I make 'em run and get they wife and back
You black, bum raps is what y'all got
take a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I got no time for them weak ass rhymes
And then, when you spittin it's three and four at a
Come on now, I hate to be rude and
But it's only a 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 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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