Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

brompton city bashin', car crashin', blastin'
it's the alcohol white trash kid.
with the mad vocalism, from the top of my lung
shout outs and respect to the place where i'm from.
so me run again, head to the finish,
no for loosin', no time for cruisin'
''cause a champion's got to on movin'
like soul 2 soul, i'm to life for real still a mc
with lots of for my holy wheels of steele, yo
to me it was a big step,
doin'boogaloo thangs at the "barmbek-boulevard"
to pick up the mic and say what the i was born for
free to the dom is still the only thing I for

die for, would cry for, but not spy for
i still got the same type of respect even for all you fly
don't get me wrong, i really your bitchness
the only i disrespect are bitches in the music-business.

and if you feel me put your up ,(hands in da sky)
and if you me put em high,(put em high)...
push 4 fingers and a i in da air,yo and em around like u just don't care

goes the 1 - 2 - 3 - 4lyn
i make it happen, i make them phoney rappers their crap
i let my dogs do the freak and put brompton on the map,yo!
if theres a problem, i fix it, p e and anthrax
i "bring the noise" snd press it on a black of wax
me a grin when you see me pass you by
i'm not pretty fly for a but for a 4lyn-guy
i'm like the butt of a babe
and well known for all the panic that i when i'm out on stage.

"trouble maker"," problem child" is these mothers title me
and daddies want to fight me but spike lee
i'm doin' the thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm smoking a blunt
i'm fukkin' them in their butts and leave this chikks "rest in pussy"

so,what'cha me to do?
(wikked:)"Yo Braz, Do The Shit!"
right!!!!bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!!

like u just don 't

like u don 't care