Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' It

Now a funky beat, my rhyme is updated,
For Ducks, I played it, once,
A biter on it,
Girls got stupid, freaks on it,
And the back, I pumped on it, mostly,
skills, top finesse, East to West, but I guess,
I'm right, while are wrong,
Trying to teach, and my song, along,
your wickety wack, get back, sit back,
Sit back and think about it,
Whenever you're me, You are the roach,
Your six legs squishing me, and pushing me, on,
Metaphor, predator, psyche more, on my brains get sore,
I'll be sure, I'm fresher, so tell me how I "do you",
Ducks!, wack rappers around, in town never no boots,
With Balis and sharkskin suits, rip a story,
do his auditory, Canal Street, is my territory, for gold glory,
Reaching my hand out, to smack and making them stand outside,
Waiting for me, to them, my secret style,
And show how it really is done, my son,
Now I'm back for you, and if bad Im a smack you through,
A of rhymes, shattering,
Now cut up, say what up?
up, 'cause I'm feeling it