Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Ya Feel

Who wanna with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin,
The is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my
We hold court and blow
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 fucking
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with one, word
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' shot
If it don't hip it hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the

I be the super-lyrical individual I be through
That Teflon material to 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 don't get, caught in the
Cause the Brick's got own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seas with ease
Did drugs than pharmacies
So call me that Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats,
Don't me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like
And my nigga Meth shine
Out the inner How High mobile three dimes at a time
(Redman and Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to head when you enter

Just do what ya feel and follow (repeat 3X)
Doc break it down

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

We and grow crops
Purchasin the handhelds with the shots, it got me spittin
These slugs at my competition, in rap
U-A-P got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental advised
explicit, street linguistics
Better yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously another enemy made another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I don't
your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' bandaids that
E said, Get the Bozack
Show them niggas where the do's at
On the case like I'm
the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with redrum
Gingivitis to your ass gums
Bottom either get down or get done