Luyện nghe bài hát Make'em Feel It

This is another jam from
from the master, so let's jet
Speakers are pumpin, so it's to survive
But you more than the cops just to save lives
Fasten seatbelt, put on your crashing gear
yourself for the single, Foxxx is here
Lyrically fit like a mack man, equipped
With a guard and a style 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 some old bullshit (W)rap
I put the pressure on, touched a
And now you're outside, just a bum on the
Used to be the mack of the microphone
But you can't get nothin now (Freddie's home)
I don't care if worldwide and your pride
Won't allow you to play the
Cause you're just a mere mortal, nothin
Beats are under-average and your rhymes are
I'm hearin pros on their third
like a bunch of schoolyard MC's
Man, I wish I'd catch a rapper to play my style
people that we're cool with a grin and a smile
I his face, give him a smack
I slam him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his back
When I tell him all the real bad things that I
squash him like a dead bird
And make em it

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

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

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

Now I'm a choir, takin rap higher
Ex-friends lost minds, saw me on the flyer
And was buggin eyes like neighborhood baseheads
Tryin to convince themselves, "That Fred"
But my sound made you get down, you my style
to smile and gave me a pound
When I broke it ain't nobody wanna give me mines
I through like a champ kickin behinds
and female, rappers as well
Know they just can't front cause rhyme'll tell
rappers fall off but keep on tryin
But they'll never survive cause they're dyin
has a posse and gases em up
Gets their braincells but that ain't enough
Cause when it's rough and the too much to bear
That's you notice - the posse ain't there
Then all alone with your microphone
Freddie Foxxx is in the vicinity scopin home
Take your moms and your and your kids as prisoners
And they become my new listeners
Freeze, sucker, I'd warned ya
The x got to drop on ya
Now you're on the sidewalk, I dare you to talk
If you can kick the rhyme you can get up and walk
But if you don't, you'll be a pitiful
I'll take your heart and take mic
And you feel it

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

I you feel it

Kut
(Can you it)

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