Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' This

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Feel threatened by

T.s.
Takin

[ verse 1: ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we this
Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? style? is still legit
Ain't nothin
You can tell I'm comin, cause the strange
Armageaddon, the end of your life on in his range
mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends
Your sister, your cousins, mother, even [edited]
Will go and ride me
Through the levels of hell in atrocity
Bust my at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me
He said his name was and introduced me to evil acts like
Robbin parties and pumpin the to keep em back
Nobody move, nobody get open
Just give up the jewels before purse-totin-
Ass become the first
Pop shit on my records, you stiff in my presence
My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and it
Stick a chip in your 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
my thug niggas feelin this
All in the clubs they be 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 feelin this
All in the clubs be killin this
You the way we rip a track
We take a little love, then give it
We terror squad, squad

[ 2: prospect ]
I this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I immaculate
You packin it? better be bustin, I'm rushin
Up in your crib a wig and my metal 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 face, was about to drop mace in the place
Chill like I did enough, cause real hit em up
We'll leave it at that for the to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the
And spark boom, in my path, I leave a heart wound
We pullin out bustin, no, make no sense
It's like d's lockin you up and take no prints
Tell man in the black van I like it when my canon react
In one second that shit'll blow 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, to clap any nigga
Whether on or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the
When I pump the gauge your blubber
You muthafuckas get protection
I got a & wesson
Strong to launch you up with _the jetsons_
Spacely sprockets wanna the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and your ? ? ?
I lace the bastard, dr. let it rumble
Get up fuck it ? ? ? bubble
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right
out the ice age
A caveman raised by a of white apes
An urban legend, in god's eye the seven
The first to get in the devil's ass with a from heaven
the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo
Now he and yellin like a baby for his bobo