Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong
it's the alcohol white trash kid.
with the mad vocalism, straight the top of my lung
shout outs and respect to the where i'm coming from.
so me run again, head to the finish,
no time for loosin', no time for
a champion's got to keep on movin'
like soul 2 soul, i'm to life for real still a mc
with of love 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 the fukk 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 type of respect even for all you fly whores
don't get me wrong, i really love bitchness
the fukks i disrespect are bitches in the music-business.

and if you feel me put hands 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 wave em around like u just care

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

"trouble maker"," problem child" is what 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 daughters in 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