Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna flip with the
From ground zero all the way to attic, we be smokin, Tical
The is now open
I swim the English backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We court and blow trial
You catch when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
down, hands down
Hold by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my heart
Little Meth he the part, now walk with that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' shot
If it hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the

I be the super-lyrical I be splittin through
That Teflon to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move a set of tools
I be doin it to mics I'm a, heterosexual
I the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I slaughter get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own Order
your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas ease
Did more drugs than
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And my nigga Meth shine
Out the How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
that Jersey representer
Get hit the bottom to your head when you enter

Just do ya feel and never follow (repeat 3X)
Funk Doc it down

Hah, yo, my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and yo' camps like pottery
To give to all you rap colonies
And shunt million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in leather
Name tag sayin "Caution wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy
Even my did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik and he lands one
To cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not you Arabian
(Yo you say to him!)
You caught up in a situation
I should erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my agent
Or producer, royalty points shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still
I peel caps, on the
Destroy MC's et cetera, like The Predator
Fuck you, your moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be
All on my shirt, the of the flirt shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the physique
So Iron (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin

We moonshine and grow
Purchasin the with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental advised
These explicit, street
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we shellin
I might but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Blaze another enemy made another due paid
Color-safe so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, sharp
Get yo' hold that
Like E said, Get the
Show them wack niggas where the at
On the case like I'm
Kissin the on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider
One, I come with redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
line either get down or get done