Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall the power is gone
A shadow in a
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm aside
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever living with you

got a holding chain
And you don't what to do!
stop!

You do it
But you don't what you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you know what you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know what thinking baby

You go on
And you make it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I wanna back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

You do it
But you don't what you doin' baby

You feel it,
But you don't know what you're tonight!
And if you're
And I don't what you're thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we care
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
Glock and a glove, make you wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause blew me
That juicy fruit, shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can all this fly shit
I stay finna off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it ain't fix, broke it, don't panic
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, they look
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess right!