Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

Kaboom! Guess who in the room?
like the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 real
If niggas don't give me some elbow room
I'm runnin with the Legion of
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full
I track range between and time
And back like receding hair lines
That's the of the effervescence
At this melodic dynamic progresses
A mic for hire
As I sit and watch your little gimmick backfire
Under the in any order of events
I be with sick niggaz rollin
Dissin the got America mad at me
my name was O.J. Simpson

My is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
So all that sensuous shit
The is comin through like the flu bombin you

My style is all that and a big bag of with the dip
So all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu you

My style is all and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu you

Get off my d.k., you pat bitch, stepped into the party
People wonderin' if I'm a start some
Prisoner of the media very
people be blowin shit out proportion
False information and arithmetic
Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating
How I? Why should I damage my career?
Over a that'll probably bust me out of fear
Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass get out
When I see you, I'm a pull dreads out your scalp
code red
I could you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head
I got the illest crew in the
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign
Yo, slow your
Cause I don't really think you know with what you

My style is all and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that sensuous
The astronomical is comin like the flu bombin you

Man, fuck bitches, I'm money
And laughin at clown ass niggaz like they funny
The grand imperial milky material
I be the in the bottom of your cereal
One thing I gotta say, my Squad lost it
Unlike you corny MC's out who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, runnin mouth all the time
Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards
While each MC tear the out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with niggas pullin heists
Grown ass men crying like mice, but I'm a bounce true indeed
punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm back in the city
And all I can about is keepin it tight