Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' It

Now here's a beat, my rhyme is updated,
For soft Ducks, I it, once,
A jumped on it,
Girls got stupid, humped on it,
And the back, I pumped on it, mostly,
skills, top finesse, East to West, but I guess,
I'm right, others are wrong,
Trying to teach, and my song, along,
With wickety wack, get back, sit back,
Sit back down and think it,
you're dissing me, You are the roach,
Your six squishing me, and pushing me, steadily 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 never wearing no boots,
torn Balis and sharkskin suits, rip a story,
Then do his auditory, Street, is my territory, for gold glory,
my hand out, to smack rappers 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 you're cut up, say up?
Shut up, 'cause I'm it