Luyện nghe bài hát Make'em Feel It

This is another jam from
Extra-special from the master, so jet
are pumpin, so it's hard to survive
But you need more than the cops just to lives
Fasten your seatbelt, put on your gear
Prepare for the single, Foxxx is here
Lyrically fit like a mack man, comes
a guard and a style that won't flip
I smooth, I never break stride
my man Kut Terror on the right side
You got up to get down and got
Tryin to get paid some old bullshit Saran (W)rap
I put the pressure on, a nerve
And now outside, just a bum on the curb
to be the mack daddy of the microphone
But you get nothin now cause (Freddie's home)
I care if you're worldwide and your pride
Won't you to play the side
Cause you're just a mere mortal, extraordinary
Beats are and your rhymes are ordinary
I'm hearin on their third LP's
Soundin like a of schoolyard MC's
Man, I wish I'd catch a rapper tryin to play my
Tellin people that we're cool with a grin and a
I mush his face, give him a
Then I slam him on his head and cut in his back
When I him all the real bad things that I heard
squash him like a dead bird
And em feel it

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

I a rapper feel the pain, rap's my trade
To kick a ain't nothin, the key's to get paid
Before I made records you me to the left
But now you my jam and you run it to death
rapper was smooth, remember the name
I to wax chump rappers like it was a game
The rhymes that I've accumulated and created
I and amounted 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 idol, it don't go to my head
can't be me, they rather be dead
Lotta people do I do, say what I said
But then you always hear that people be like Fred
I'm super with mines and I'm much sweeter
any Tom, Dick, Bob, Harry 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 Terrorist 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 like neighborhood baseheads
to convince themselves, "That ain't Fred"
But my sound made you get down, you my style
Started to smile and me a pound
When I broke it ain't nobody wanna give me mines
I came through like a champ behinds
and female, rappers as well
Know they just can't front cause their rhyme'll
Lotta rappers fall off but keep on
But they'll never survive cause slowly dyin
Everybody has a posse and em up
Gets their braincells but that ain't enough
Cause it's rough and the pressure's too much to bear
That's when you notice - the posse ain't
Then you're all alone your microphone
Freddie Foxxx is in the vicinity scopin your
Take your moms and your 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 you're layin on the sidewalk, I you to talk
If you can the right rhyme you can get up and walk
But if you don't, you'll be a pitiful
I'll take your heart and your mic
And you feel it

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

I make you it

Kut
(Can you it)

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