Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

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

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

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

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

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

Man, fuck bitches, I'm getting
And laughin at these clown ass niggaz they funny
The grand imperial with material
I be the surprise in the bottom of cereal
One thing I say, my Squad never lost it
Unlike you corny MC's out there who Fawcett
Can't rhyme, runnin mouth all the time
While Def Squad sit 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 them niggas pullin
Grown ass men crying like mice, but I'm a bounce true indeed
Cause ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm back in the lights
And all I can think about is keepin it