Luyện nghe bài hát Feels Good

(Pharrell)]
Feel don't it (Neptunes)
Royce 5'9" (Royce da 5'9'!)
My nigga Tre' Little (Yeah, you at)
What, what, my girl she's it down baby

da 5'9"]
It's like, it's another summertime, everybody want to rhyme
day, short night, ain't nobody done in time
I know what you want to (Ladies) with a underline
Knock ya self out playa, long as it ain't of mine
(Ladies) I know what you want, fellas wit whips out
Don't walk, get caught, jealous, wit ya dick out
No wonder you in the fog, trying see who come
You only got a mont' or two, to do you want to do
(Ladies) wear tight shit, I'm y'all I like this
I got thirty thugs, to get in the hype wit
Backyard barbecues, (Ladies) eighteen
Too cute to eat meat, plate of baked beans
Fellas, we the opposite, give me lots of it
Suck the chicken bone, the bottom to the top of it
We don't want the day to end, knowin' we play again
And again, and again, and again (Come on, on, yeah)

[Chorus:
Doesn't it good, to see us make money
good, like everything sunny
Feel good, to see us off
Doesn't it good to see us war
If can take it from us at all
And if you (we transform?)
Say

[Tre'
Slow down y'all relax, enjoy life
Paper stacks, where they at, come on, this life
I know it's hard when you from, obstacles
Police, women, haters, it's impossible
I came along way dog, this shit is to ball
here for my life, this for all of y'all
Back to the block, and everything in the hood
Drop ya top, I'm saying, one's for the hood
Put yo guns in yo stash, you don't need 'em
Put the ice grills up, you don't need 'em
All you need is icey rims, the games we
women, it feels good, just the games we play
They love it dog, thugs still fun y'all
Too hot, summertime, why you tryin' to
Feels dog, roll 'til the wheels fall off
Hot Detroit, I'm pretty sure it's hot by

In style, (Without a doubt) (Yo, 5'9")
In style, (Without a doubt) (Yeah, on)
In style, (Without a doubt) (Ha, ha, ha, yo, yeah)
In style, (Without a doubt) (Neptunes, 5'9")

da 5'9"]
I say my crew stop, we won't stop
Piece on the lot, thing don't drop
We shake it in the park, right in front of the
We gon' do it everyday, the summer is over
not my type, winter or fall
It's the summertime, so give you a call
So tell all ya friends let's do it
And again, and again, and

x2]

[Tre' (Pharrell)]
Without a (Nine, elevens)
a doubt (Yo, the hottest it ever get, huh)
Without a doubt (Can't stop, ice on our wrists)
a doubt (Huh, yeah, come on)