Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
Lookin' like the creature from the Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 soon
If some niggas give me some elbow room
I'm runnin the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of wolves at the mouth on full moon
I track range between space and
And push back like receding lines
That's the of the effervescence
At this melodic shit progresses
A mic for hire
As I sit and watch your little gimmick backfire
the circumstances in any order of events
I be with sick niggaz rollin
Dissin the system got mad at me
Like my 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 fuck all that sensuous
The astronomical is comin through like the flu you

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

Get off my d.k., you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the
People wonderin' if I'm a start shit
Prisoner of the media very
people be blowin shit out proportion
False and bogus arithmetic
Got everybody on stupid, misinterpretating shit
How I? Why should I damage my career?
Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of
Don't let your mouth get you into somethin 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 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, slow your
Cause I don't think you know with what you dealin

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

Man, fuck bitches, I'm money
And laughin at these clown ass like they funny
The grand imperial milky material
I be the surprise in the bottom of cereal
One thing I say, my Squad never lost it
Unlike you MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett
rhyme, runnin your mouth all the time
While Def Squad sit back and enterprise crimes
Got the Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards
While MC tear the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the with them niggas pullin heists
ass men crying like little mice, but I'm a bounce true indeed
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