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 lives
Fasten your seatbelt, put on crashing gear
Prepare yourself for the single, is here
Lyrically fit like a man, comes equipped
With a guard and a style that flip
I smooth, I never 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 on, touched 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 care if you're worldwide and your pride
Won't allow you to play the
Cause you're just a mortal, nothin extraordinary
Beats are under-average and your are ordinary
I'm pros on their third LP's
Soundin like a bunch of MC's
Man, I wish I'd a rapper tryin to play my style
Tellin that we're cool with a grin and a smile
I his face, give him a smack
Then I slam him on his head and cut in his back
When I tell him all the real bad things I heard
I'ma him like a dead bird
And em feel it

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

I make a feel the pain, rap's my trade
To kick a rhyme nothin, the key's to get paid
Before I records 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 everyone I ever stated
second fiddle 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 can't be me, they be dead
Lotta people do what I do, say what I
But then you always hear that people be like Fred
I'm super with mines and I'm much sweeter
Than any Tom, Dick, Bob, or Peter
Cause I'm a general rhymes at a 1000 watts
handin out knots
I'm a Foxxx rappin with class, I whip up ass
his cash 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 their eyes like baseheads
Tryin to convince themselves, "That 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 nobody wanna give me
I came through like a champ behinds
Male and female, as well
they just can't front cause their rhyme'll tell
Lotta rappers fall off but on tryin
But they'll never survive cause they're slowly
has a posse and gases em up
Gets their braincells but that ain't enough
Cause when it's rough and the pressure's too much to
when you notice - the posse ain't there
Then you're all alone with your
Freddie Foxxx is in the vicinity your home
Take moms and your pops and your kids as prisoners
And become my brand new listeners
Freeze, sucker, I'd warned ya
The x got to drop on ya
Now layin 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 sight
I'll take your heart and take mic
And make you 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)