Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' It

Now here's a funky beat, my is updated,
For Ducks, I played it, once,
A jumped on it,
Girls got stupid, freaks on it,
And from the back, I on it, mostly,
With skills, top finesse, to West, but I guess,
I'm right, others are wrong,
to teach, and using my song, along,
With wickety wack, get back, sit back,
Sit back and think about it,
you're dissing me, You are the roach,
Your six legs squishing me, and pushing me, on,
Metaphor, predator, psyche more, on my tour 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,
Reaching my hand out, to rappers and making them stand outside,
Waiting for me, to tell them, my style,
And show them how it 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?
Shut up, I'm feeling it