Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
like the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's be a 187 real soon
If some niggas give me some elbow room
I'm runnin with the Legion of
Like a of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track range between and time
And push back like receding lines
That's the of the effervescence
At this dynamic shit progresses
A mic murderer for
As I sit back and watch little gimmick backfire
Under the in any order of events
I be with sick niggaz rollin
Dissin the got America mad at me
Like my was O.J. Simpson

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

Get off my d.k., you pat bitch, stepped into the party
People wonderin' if I'm a start shit
of the media very often
Cause 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 that ass can't get out
When I see you, I'm a pull your dreads out scalp
Caution red
I could you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head
I got the illest crew in the
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign
Yo, your roll
Cause I don't really think you know with what you

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

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