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 in the mall when the power is gone
A in a corner
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever living with you

You've got a chain
And you know what to do!
stop!

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

You wanna it,
But you don't know what feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't what you're 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 heart and
I got Saturday night, enough's said
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
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 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!

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we care
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

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

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, don't
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, sound like
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
it ain't us.

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

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

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