Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

brompton city bashin', car crashin', blastin'
it's the alcohol white trash kid.
with the mad vocalism, straight the top of my lung
shout outs and respect to the place i'm coming from.
so here me run again, to the finish,
no for loosin', no time for cruisin'
''cause a got to keep on movin'
soul 2 soul, i'm back to life for real still a mc
with lots of 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
to the dom is still the only thing I star for

would die for, cry for, but not spy for
i got the same 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 your 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 around u just don't care

goes the 1 - 2 - 3 - 4lyn
i make it happen, i make them phoney rappers stop crap
i let my dogs do the freak and put city on the map,yo!
if a problem, i fix it, like 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 well known for all the that i create when i'm out on stage.

"trouble maker"," problem child" is what these mothers me
and daddies to fight me but like spike lee
i'm doin' the thing, drinking 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 just don 't

u just don 't care