Luyện nghe bài hát How Does It Feel?

How It Feel?

Wooo wooo! [in
Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by
With the determination of a patho
'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when it's my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die the holy father hands me my wings
I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
Both presidental and plus, they it up
Got more in his zip, who want enough
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
Givin' peace to minutes, something like T-Vo
But 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live Tito
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, when the go up it's like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

My nigga your eyes,
Just picture you're self holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls the
Don't you see, I know that so ill
Better yet, dawg, tell me how you feel
...How you feel

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He dresses insane his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in insanity
Now it ain't what I want
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star
one thing to say you did it
It's one to lie about your didgits
It's one to say that you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest that's off of our nature
I a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I been there, stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit of Martians
I you could say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The cash and whippers
The thrashing mag
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...