Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his head and a 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 to ride
Because I know if I ever tear with you

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

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 know what you're thinking

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a Jimi writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I wanna talk back, the is free
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 know you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you don't be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave 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 pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that
X on bloop 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 ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
white, know y'all can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

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

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

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I 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!