Luyện nghe bài hát Make'em Feel It

This is another jam from
Extra-special the master, so let's jet
Speakers are pumpin, so hard to survive
But you need more than the cops just to save
Fasten seatbelt, put on your crashing gear
Prepare yourself for the single, Foxxx is
Lyrically fit a mack man, comes equipped
With a guard and a that won't flip
I step smooth, I break stride
Keepin my man Kut on the right side
You got up to get down and got
Tryin to get paid with old bullshit Saran (W)rap
I put the pressure on, a nerve
And now you're outside, just a bum on the
Used to be the daddy of the microphone
But you get nothin now cause (Freddie's home)
I don't care if worldwide and your pride
Won't allow you to the side
Cause you're just a mere mortal, nothin
Beats are and your rhymes are ordinary
I'm hearin pros on third LP's
Soundin like a bunch of schoolyard
Man, I wish I'd a rapper tryin to play my style
people that we're cool with a grin and a smile
I his face, give him a smack
Then I him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his back
When I him all the real bad things that I heard
I'ma him like a dead bird
And make em it

( *DJ Kut Terrorist up* )
(Can you it)

I make a feel the pain, rap's my trade
To kick a rhyme ain't nothin, the to get paid
Before I made records you played me to the
But now you my jam and you run it to death
rapper was smooth, remember the name
I used to wax chump rappers it was a game
The rhymes that accumulated and lyrically created
I counted and everyone I ever stated
Play second to rappers, I hate it
But I it and made it to the top
Now I'm a lot of people's idol, it go to my head
Suckers be me, they rather be dead
Lotta people do what I do, say I said
But then you always hear people wanna be like Fred
I'm super nice with and I'm much sweeter
any Tom, Dick, Bob, Harry or Peter
Cause I'm a general generatin at a 1000 watts
Simultaneously out knots
I'm a Foxxx rappin with class, I whip up ass
Take his cash and sit back and
And make him it

( *DJ Kut cuts up* )
(Can you it)

Now I'm a one-man choir, takin rap
Ex-friends their minds, saw me on the flyer
And was buggin their eyes like baseheads
Tryin to themselves, "That ain't Fred"
But my sound made you get down, you recognize my
Started to and gave me a pound
When I broke it down ain't wanna give me mines
I came like a champ kickin behinds
and female, rappers as well
Know just can't front cause their rhyme'll tell
Lotta rappers fall off but on tryin
But they'll never survive cause slowly dyin
Everybody has a and gases em up
Gets their braincells hype but ain't enough
when it's rough and the pressure's too much to bear
That's when you notice - the posse there
you're all alone with your microphone
Freddie is in the vicinity scopin your home
Take your moms and your and your kids as prisoners
And they become my brand new
Freeze, sucker, thought I'd ya
The x got to drop on ya
Now layin on the sidewalk, I dare you to talk
If you can kick the right rhyme you can get up and
But if you don't, be a pitiful sight
I'll take your heart and your mic
And you feel it

( *DJ Kut cuts up* )
(Can you it)

I make you it

Kut
(Can you it)

(Can you it)
em feel it
(Can you it)