Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Yo, a walk through the terror dome
Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin when they hear the chrome
Where dollars 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 or a hoop dog
Smokin black, listenin to snoop
We troops dog, that be runnin 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, 'cause the handle on your pop

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Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin
You can a bag of la if you feelin 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 high when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm
Ready to set like nino brown at the
You a new jack, ain't a city
What a pity, I fuck around, I 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 breath son, nah, here's the
Fuck it, the muthafuckin glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to ya man up
Now you can't stand up, fucked whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the 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 gonna 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 right
over there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, hype there, russell there, mike
All them niggas watch me 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 tracks
We bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin

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[sweet
A real head makes a real soft ass
I thought I told these muthafuckas they 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 raps is what got
It'll a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no time for them weak ass
And then, when you it's three and four at a time
Come on now, I to be rude and shit
But it's a chosen few that can do this shit
I thought you knew this shit, and ran this shit
But you sample shit, and gettin sued and shit
You know you makin me sick, like the flu and
And stage ya ass, leave the zoo and shit
You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all and shit

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