Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, take a walk through the terror
Instead of duckin niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? what, nigga holla
Is what they screamin, ice on jumanji plaque
to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin, on a cellular
We do it up in a benz or a dog
Smokin black, to snoop dogg
We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya block
Smack you all up in your funny top, cock
In the drop top, headed to the chop
Gettin ten grand, 'cause the handle on 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 at the wedding
You a new jack, ain't a city
What a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you
And if I take 49, and you're with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, ya deaf son
ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen
Fuck it, bring the glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to ya man up
Now you can't stand up, your whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the slam up
Upside ya head, give me my

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Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's to hide
no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die
A and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before jesus, the man chosen 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, there, mike there
All them niggas me embarrass you, right there
From brook-nam to queens, all the way to and back
Anywhere you go, you see the knights attack
Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin tracks
We bombin these cats, u.s. was bombin iraq

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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 they stripes, snatch they thug patch
Fuck that, I make 'em run and get 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 time for them ass rhymes
And then, when you spittin it's and four at a time
Come on now, I to be rude and shit
But it's only a chosen few that can do this
I thought you knew this shit, and ran through this
But you sample shit, and gettin sued and shit
You know you makin me sick, the flu and shit
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 that and

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