Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
Lookin' like the from the Black Lagoon
There's be a 187 real soon
If some don't give me some elbow room
I'm runnin with the Legion of
a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track range between space and
And push like receding hair lines
That's the of the effervescence
At melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic for hire
As I sit back and your little gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any of events
I be sick niggaz rollin thick
the system got America mad at me
Like my was O.J. Simpson

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

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

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

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

Man, fuck bitches, I'm money
And laughin at these ass niggaz like they funny
The grand imperial with material
I be the surprise in the bottom of cereal
One I gotta say, my Squad never lost it
Unlike you corny MC's out who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, runnin mouth all the time
While Def Squad sit and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Funk squeezin the life out of keyboards
While each MC the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with niggas pullin heists
Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'm a bounce true
Cause punk ass only me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm in the city lights
And all I can think is keepin it tight