Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

Kaboom! Guess who in the room?
Lookin' like the creature the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 real
If some niggas give me some elbow room
I'm runnin with the of Doom
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full
I track range between and time
And push back like receding hair
That's the of the effervescence
At this dynamic shit progresses
A mic for hire
As I sit and watch your little gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any order of
I be sick niggaz rollin thick
Dissin the system got mad at me
Like my name was O.J.

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

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

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

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

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

Man, fuck bitches, I'm getting
And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like funny
The imperial with 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 there who Farrah
rhyme, runnin your mouth all the time
While Def sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of
each MC tear the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin
Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'm a true indeed
Cause punk ass only bagged me with two of weed
Now I'm back in the lights
And all I can think about is it tight