Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' This

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Takin

[ 1: armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we this
with silver clips, my ? set's style? is still legit
Ain't changed
You can tell I'm comin, the weather strange
Armageaddon, the end of life on whatever's in his range
Never mind the notion of the lives of your friends
sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited]
Will go and with me
Through the levels of in this atrocity
Bust my guns at the heavens till an fell on top of me
He said his name was michael and introduced me to acts like
Robbin parties and the shotie to keep em back
Nobody move, nobody get burst
Just give up the jewels your purse-totin-
Ass become the smokin
Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my
My squad gets for cockin the fifth and affect it
Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out [asshole]
And all for gettin cash with the I got from castro

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You gotta ask yourself how ill is
my thug niggas feelin this
All in the clubs be killin this
You love the way we rip a
Where all my niggas at?
Show me some love, give me
You gotta ask how ill is this
Only my thug niggas feelin
All in the they be killin this
You the way we rip a track
We take a little love, then give it
We terror squad, terror

[ verse 2: ]
I master this, when I throw shots I'm slappin
Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I immaculate
You packin it? be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted
You pussed it, but it the cops
Turn back, and like you saw death
breath, I left you in shock
You was amazed how the glock raised the waist
Got blazed in face, was about to drop mace in the place
Chill I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up
We'll leave it at that for the paramedics to it up
ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom
And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a wound
We out without bustin, no, make no sense
like d's lockin you up and don't take no prints
Tell your man in the black van I like it when my react
In one second that blow your family back

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[ 3: big pun ]
I thought I you I only rap for the cheddar
Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to clap any
Whether on stage or in the
I put you on the cover
When I pump the gauge through blubber
You better get protection
I got a smith &
Strong enough to you up with _the jetsons_
sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and disgrace ? ? ?
I the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble
Get sent up it ? ? ? bubble
Lookin for trouble come to the right place
out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of white
An urban legend, in god's eye the seven
The to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven
Reverse the emblem, he ain't for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin like a for his bobo