Luyện nghe bài hát Feels So Good

Yes, yes, yes it's a test test now Rule is the town
Where we rest rest if you were wondering
Were the ballistics finally in again, Brand Nubian!
You and your came to see the three rock

Now she stays kick the lyrics, throw her down
To her PJ'S lay her on the and do work
In three ways after the party, guess
Aiyyo she's payin'!

so good!

I got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a
Her name was Fat Mabel and she my kid to table
Ate pasta with this rasta, went out her sister
Her hands on her chin, thought she was a
out disco dancing and my feet I made blister
Smacked in the until I finally I dissed her

Encounter with a stunt, and I'm out for spot
And stunts was on the wiggy, I her name was Ziggy
But her name was Lucy and I met her on the
Put me on hold to go in a store to get
(Come on)

Aiyyo mack she to stop it
Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the
'Cause yo, I knew this girl and her name was
She rested in Medina, never saw eyes greener than
But yo was just one little flaw, the green eyes

I had to penalize, cause they was bought in a
A cosmetic, it was pathetic
If they was real, then yo she got the
But they wasn't so she
I the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin

Feels so good, so good

C'mere let me put it to you like sugar
Don't go changing, to try to me
Don't change the of your hair!
Your hair, hair, your hair!

I said no no no I want
that I can talk to!
I'll take you the way you are!
is bond! yeah right!

Too hot to handle when I was I used to vandal
Giving the comfort like a foot and a sandle
Always help another brother, never running
And if I hit the skids, well I'll panhandle

Now I'm gettin' papes, but stunts the vapes
I see it as a joke cause they break when broke
I can give a roar like an dinosaur
Swing a microphone like the great Thor

Puba is the mack that's hyphenated
Girls seem to love the way my things are
Hump on a bump 'til them bumps is sore
Take a quick then I'm goin back for more!

Feels so good, feels so
Brother, Derek X, flavor

I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they me extra ill
Making big from tidbits, how I make my bread
Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a head

'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered, I create in my
Stay up late at until my brain says to stop
Then I quit, wake up in the and continue it
I find the same line, and add some that's hype
(Shit)

But my stripes, me by champ
out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the and like Ayatollah
I used to in Saudi Arabia

I never come out straight out with an
Just a yes, or a no, or a I do
But with my sometimes I get blazed
Jump on the floor and kick a new dance
I can read and I've red since the of?

If rhymin' is fundamental, light up a spliff
and grab, and not an ounce of flab, is on my
My mother's spanish, my father's part yardie
I'm not a junior, try to see me a?
I got yeast to rise straight the moon

so good
Feels so
Feels so
Lord Jamar, God step to it!

Girls scope this, in astrology they knowledge me
That's cause I'm God, but look too hard in the sun
'cause you get done
My number's seven, that's six one
Now any way you count Lord Jamar will to be

A tower, so yo, my power
As I conclude, to I won't be rude
Just feedin' em my mental food
I embellish with lyrics, that can't be

Serve 'em straight from my mouth and in your ears they're
The I say, is out of the ordinary
Some say unique I prefer the term
MC's rhymes are ancient a dinosaur fossil
They're weak and outdated while my are collosal

Like a Lamborghini, I good, and I'm expensive
the power I'm unleashing is just, too intensive
Discombublatin MC's with mind percentage
Guys like my rhymes, like my masculinity

When I'm on the mic I say I feel
I'll never perpetrate cause the God's for
It's like that and at my jams you know never be bored
(That)
So just and scream, praise the Lord

now this is how we gonna do it
Before we get out like

We to be some soloists but now we form tri-pack
And if you try to to this you just might catch an eye jack
And if you were intelligent, you really try that
is just one black, we'll be back!

To my man Alamo and to the man
To my man Mark the and to my brother Melachon
And Skeff Anslem on the aiyyo check this out
We got some shoutouts for my man Grand
You know what I'm since he doin' the la la lah'
He say peace to his man C T W O
To my man Zee see you real soon!