Luyện nghe bài hát What I'm Feelin'

The drugs keepin me
I just wanna eliminate everyone thats in
The wicked alive in me and it will never die
I just let you know inside what I'm feelin
Feelin' but I'm still alive*
Killers who cut throats the only ones that
The shits alive in me and it will never die
I just let you know inside what I'm feelin

I'm sick like beds
And gettin
In a motel
My girls in the dead
The coroner it was an overdose
So I cut his throat and him for dead
a moble home*
I'm a stoner with his motor
And I get high leavin wack mcee's comatose
You ain't shit you
So what you got vowels mixed up*
J hand me the bitch so I can pump this shit up training day
I'm the real killers who walk and never run away
Put fuckin gun away
'for I get pissed off then piss on ya like a day
I happy I'm the other way
mad as fuck and always lookin to retaliate
So if you wondering why I
refer to the real definition of assassinate

Here we go and takin it back to basics
We a mark in any marks trying to erase it
We the number and usually we embrace it
We were born in with carnival faces
Hows for odds
Sent here to eliminate false profits and DemiGods of
Media* moguls and of the falseness
they heads lopped off and bodies tied to crosses
Followers been exposed
With temperal lobes
Up in they
No more clones on the production line
and faximilated rhymes for the twelfth time
Thirteen's synonomous with the A
Stay hungry for flesh the piranha be
tryin to dishonor me
Nothin is sacred in a dead
So bury me deep* the haters will never bother me

They got a with us and the way we tellin it
Not a refuse to be irrelevent
in sick shit
Ooze every element
You can blame it on my soul but the be compelling it
To do the type to make you it when you hear it
ducktape
To patch the holes in spirt
No jump on
We tomahawk with the
And stay wordy while your shits on clearance

You phonier than porn and bein torn
Between a label whore
And you were never born
I'm not to scorn
I'm just sayin that your nothin more than a on a board in a fake war
And now you with the militia*
Whirl with that government
miss ya
I gotta spit a line to diss ya
I got a around the block of folks commin to get ya