Luyện nghe bài hát Make'em Feel It

This is another jam from
Extra-special from the master, so jet
Speakers are pumpin, so it's hard to
But you need more than the cops just to lives
your seatbelt, put on your crashing gear
Prepare for the single, Foxxx is here
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 Terror on the right
You got up to get and got slapped
Tryin to get paid with some old bullshit (W)rap
I put the pressure on, touched a
And now outside, just a bum on the curb
Used to be the mack daddy of the
But you can't get nothin now (Freddie's home)
I care if you're worldwide and your pride
allow you to play the side
Cause you're just a mortal, nothin extraordinary
Beats are under-average and your are ordinary
I'm hearin on their third LP's
Soundin 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 mush his face, him a smack
Then I slam him on his head and cut in his back
When I tell him all the real bad things that I
I'ma squash him a dead bird
And em feel it

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

I make a rapper feel the pain, rap's my
To a rhyme ain't 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 rapper was smooth, remember the
I to wax chump rappers like it was a game
The rhymes that I've and lyrically created
I counted and amounted I ever stated
Play 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 be me, they rather be dead
people do what I do, say what I said
But then you always hear people wanna be like Fred
I'm super nice with mines and I'm much
Than any Tom, Dick, Bob, or Peter
Cause I'm a general generatin at a 1000 watts
Simultaneously out knots
I'm a Foxxx rappin class, I whip up pantsless ass
Take his cash and sit back and
And him feel it

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

Now I'm a one-man choir, takin rap
lost their minds, saw me on the flyer
And was buggin eyes like neighborhood baseheads
Tryin to themselves, "That ain't Fred"
But my sound made you get down, you recognize my
to smile and gave me a pound
When I it down ain't nobody wanna give me mines
I came through like a champ kickin
Male and female, rappers as
Know they just can't cause their rhyme'll tell
rappers fall off but keep on tryin
But they'll never survive cause they're slowly
Everybody has a and gases em up
Gets their braincells hype but ain't enough
Cause when rough and the pressure's too much to bear
That's when you notice - the ain't there
Then all alone with your microphone
Freddie Foxxx is in the scopin your home
Take your moms and your pops and your as prisoners
And become my brand new listeners
Freeze, sucker, thought I'd ya
The triple x got to 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 you feel it

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

I you feel it

Kut
(Can you it)

(Can you it)
Make em it
(Can you it)