Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
Lookin' the creature from the Black Lagoon
gonna be a 187 real soon
If some niggas don't give me elbow room
I'm with the Legion of Doom
a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I range between space and time
And back like receding hair lines
That's the of the effervescence
At this melodic shit progresses
A mic murderer for
As I sit back and watch your gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any order of
I be with niggaz rollin thick
Dissin the system got mad at me
my name was O.J. Simpson

My style is all 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 and a big bag of chips 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 that shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu 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 very
people be blowin shit out proportion
False information and bogus
Got everybody stuck on stupid, shit
How I? Why should I damage my career?
a nigga that'll probably bust me out of fear
Don't let your mouth get you into that your ass can't get out
I see you, I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp
Caution 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 countries
Yo, slow your
Cause I don't really think you know what you dealin

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

Man, fuck bitches, I'm getting
And at these clown ass niggaz like they funny
The grand imperial milky material
I be the surprise in the bottom of your
One thing I gotta say, my Squad lost it
you corny MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, 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 the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them pullin heists
Grown ass men like little mice, but I'm a bounce true indeed
punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm in the city lights
And all I can about is keepin it tight