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 in a corner
playin' 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 tear living with you

You've got a chain
And you don't what 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 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 been
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I care
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I wanna back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck and get jumped like leap year
and a glove, make you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
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, that
X on bloop de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some lame, man
talkin' '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
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep sleeping on me, rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna off

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

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

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana 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 Tang

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 don't (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 part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!