Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
Lookin' like the creature the Black Lagoon
gonna be a 187 real soon
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 space and time
And push back receding hair lines
the essence of the effervescence
At melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic murderer for
As I sit back and your little gimmick backfire
the circumstances in any order of events
I be with niggaz rollin thick
Dissin the got America 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 is comin through like the flu bombin you

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

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

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

My style is all that and a big bag of with the dip
So all that 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 grand imperial with material
I be the surprise in the bottom of your
One thing I gotta say, my Squad lost it
Unlike you corny MC's out who Farrah Fawcett
rhyme, runnin your mouth all the time
While Def sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Funk Lord the life out of keyboards
While each MC tear the out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them pullin heists
Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'm a bounce indeed
Cause punk ass only bagged me with two of weed
Now I'm in the city lights
And all I can think about is keepin it