Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' This

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Feel by this

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Takin

[ verse 1: ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we this
Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? style? is still legit
nothin changed
You can tell I'm comin, cause the strange
Armageaddon, the end of your life on in his range
Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your
Your sister, cousins, your mother, even [edited]
Will go and with me
Through the levels of hell in this
Bust my guns at the till an angel fell on top of me
He said his name was michael and introduced me to acts like
Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em
move, nobody get burst open
Just up the jewels before your purse-totin-
Ass become the first
Pop on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
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 how ill is this
Only my thug feelin this
All in the they be killin this
You love the way we rip a
Where all my niggas at?
Show me love, give me love
You gotta ask yourself how ill is
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

[ verse 2: ]
I master this, when I throw shots I'm wrists
Not inaccurate, be actin if I ain't immaculate
You it? better be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly
You pussed it, but it the cops
Turn back, and like you saw death
Lost breath, I left you in
You was amazed how the glock raised from the
Got blazed in your face, was to drop mace in the place
like I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up
We'll it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom
And spark boom, step in my path, I a heart wound
We pullin out without bustin, no, make no
It's like d's lockin you up and don't 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 I told you I only rap for the cheddar
Keep the mac under the sweater, to clap any nigga
on stage or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the
When I pump the gauge through blubber
You muthafuckas get protection
I got a & wesson
enough to launch you up with _the jetsons_
Spacely wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
? ? ? and your ? ? ?
I the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble
Get sent up fuck it ? ? ?
Lookin for trouble come to the right place
out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of apes
An urban legend, in god's eye the perfect
The first to get in the devil's ass a verse from heaven
Reverse the emblem, he ready for the logo
Now he cursin and like a baby for his bobo