Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

brompton bashin', car crashin', bong blastin'
it's the alcohol abusin' white kid.
with the mad vocalism, from the top of my lung
shout outs and to the place where i'm coming from.
so me run again, head to the finish,
no time for loosin', no time for
a champion's got to keep on movin'
like soul 2 soul, i'm back to life for real a mc
with of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo
to me it was a big step,
from doin'boogaloo at the "barmbek-boulevard"
to up the mic and say what the fukk i was born for
free to the dom is still the only thing I for

die for, would cry for, but not spy for
i still got the type of respect even for all you fly whores
don't get me wrong, i really your bitchness
the only fukks i disrespect are in the music-business.

and if you feel me put hands up ,(hands in da sky)
and if you me put em high,(put em high)...
push 4 fingers and a i in da air,yo and wave em like u just don't care

there the 1 - 2 - 3 - 4lyn
i make it happen, i make phoney rappers stop their crap
i let my dogs do the freak and put city on the map,yo!
if theres a problem, i fix it, p e and anthrax
i "bring the noise" snd it on a black piece of wax
give me a grin when you see me you by
i'm not pretty fly for a but for a 4lyn-guy
i'm smooth the butt of a babe
and known for all the panic that i create when i'm out on stage.

"trouble maker"," child" is what these mothers title me
and daddies want to me but like spike lee
i'm doin' the right thing, a cup of tea, i'm smoking a blunt
i'm fukkin' them in their butts and leave this chikks "rest in pussy"

so,what'cha me to do?
(wikked:)"Yo Braz, Do The Shit!"
right!!!!bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!!

like u don 't care

like u don 't care