Luyện nghe bài hát Dooinit

Ah on

Motherfucker move back, I rap at the pace of a New Jack
numbers and shoes stack grooves
Rap I deliver for the hungry and
Something different from these hollow and grunting
This is business strictly, to my business is risky
when you as bitch as Missy
Back to back LP's that the same, I surround the game
a four-pounded brainstorm
To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the
Used to break dance, a shame
money do to a nigga brain
If he his soul what did a nigga gain?

"Doin' it, doin' it, I am it, C O double M O to the N"

My train of thought is of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, Coronas
See shirts that say "We get over"
juggy shit is over, the war is on
I only to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when sorta dark
For niggas flooded with ice, my thought's the ark
Performing warming arts some shit for the heart
Don't with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a fuck what you made in a year, nigga, you
A nigga on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a
He off cause I pushed him
Let his and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in of the bodyguards and rush him

"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"

You wasn't saying you was a before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a top trying to be like Kane
Then released and it became a G thing
Claim sets, city ain't got gangs
Niggas hate you, they ain't you no attention
In a circle of fagots, your is mentioned
With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man good
From a nigga that was raised or just in the hood
From what a nigga says to understood
Keep my shit tight like them in "The Wood"
Dick is always hard the "Boyz in the Hood"
to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib cats give me the cold eye
I'm a bitch slap the one
Let him the world is my section for taking
You got to aggression

"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"