Luyện nghe bài hát What a Feelin'

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

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 fuck all that sensuous
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 sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu you

Get off my d.k., you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the
People wonderin' if I'm a some shit
of the media very often
Cause be blowin shit out proportion
False and bogus arithmetic
Got everybody on stupid, misinterpretating shit
How could I? Why should I damage my
Over a that'll probably bust me out of fear
Don't let your mouth get you somethin that your ass can't get out
When I see you, I'm a pull your dreads out your
code red
I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your
I got the crew in the industry
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign
Yo, slow roll
Cause I really 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 astronomical is comin through like the flu you

Man, bitches, I'm getting money
And laughin at these clown ass like they funny
The imperial with milky material
I be the surprise in the bottom of your
One thing I gotta say, my Squad lost it
Unlike you MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, runnin your all the time
While Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect
Got the Funk Lord squeezin the out of keyboards
While MC tear the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them pullin heists
ass men crying like little mice, but I'm a bounce true indeed
Cause punk ass only bagged me with two of weed
Now I'm back in the city
And all I can think about is keepin it