Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' This

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Feel threatened by

T.s.
Takin

[ verse 1: ]
We drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? 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 the notion of savin the lives of your friends
Your sister, your cousins, mother, even [edited]
Will go and ride me
Through the of hell in this atrocity
Bust my guns at the till an angel fell on top of me
He said his was michael and introduced me to evil acts like
parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back
Nobody move, get burst open
give up the jewels before your purse-totin-
Ass the first smokin
Pop shit on my records, you stiff in my presence
My squad gets respected for cockin the and affect it
a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole]
And all for cash with the blow I got from castro

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

[ 2: prospect ]
I this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, niggas be if I ain't immaculate
You packin it? be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my heavenly trusted
You pussed it, but it the cops
your back, and like you saw death
Lost breath, I you in shock
You was amazed how the glock from the waist
Got blazed in your face, was to drop mace in the place
Chill like I did enough, real niggas hit em up
leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I light to the darkroom
And spark boom, step in my path, I a heart wound
We pullin out 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 my canon react
In one second that blow your family back

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[ 3: big pun ]
I thought I told you I only rap for the
Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to clap any
on stage or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the
I pump the gauge through your blubber
You better get protection
I got a smith &
Strong to launch you up with _the jetsons_
Spacely sprockets wanna the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and disgrace ? ? ?
I the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble
Get sent up fuck it ? ? ?
Lookin for trouble you've come to the place
out the ice age
A caveman by a clan of white apes
An legend, in god's eye the perfect 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