Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong
it's the alcohol abusin' trash kid.
with the mad vocalism, straight the top of my lung
shout outs and respect to the place i'm coming from.
so me run again, head to the finish,
no for loosin', no time for cruisin'
''cause a champion's got to keep on
like soul 2 soul, i'm to life for real still a mc
with lots of love for my wheels of steele, yo
to me it was a big step,
from doin'boogaloo at the "barmbek-boulevard"
to up the mic and say what 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 same type of even for all you fly whores
don't get me wrong, i really your bitchness
the only fukks i disrespect are 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)...
4 fingers and a i in da air,yo and wave em around like u just don't care

there 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 it on a black piece of wax
give me a grin when you see me you by
i'm not pretty fly for a white but for a
i'm smooth 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 what mothers title me
and daddies to fight me but like spike lee
i'm doin' the thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm smoking a blunt
i'm fukkin' them daughters in their 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

u just don 't care