Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a walk through the terror
Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? what, nigga holla
Is they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaque
to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin, on a cellular
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 funny top, guns
In the drop top, headed to the shop
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 park up on the
You can bump to the vibe, if you this

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 ain't a
a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're left one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya son
Take ya son, nah, here's the oxygen
it, bring the muthafuckin glocks again
Throw ya hands up, I spit 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, give me my

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Yo, there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the on my side, we both gonna die
A nigga and his man to front, they both in disguise
See before jesus, the only man 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, russell there, mike
All them niggas watch me you, right there
brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the only attack
flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks
We bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin

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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
Fuck that, I make 'em run and get they and come back
You dumb black, bum raps is what got
It'll take a forest fire, to make ya hot
And I ain't got no time for them weak ass
And then, when you spittin it's and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be and shit
But it's only a chosen few can do this shit
I thought you this shit, and ran through this shit
But you still sample shit, and gettin sued and
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
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all and shit

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