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 when the power is gone
A shadow in a
playin' along!
I'm lay in my bed, I'm rolling 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 know what to do!
stop!

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a heart and
I got night, enough's been 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 a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an toned pitch
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on de bloop
Get duked out, or get
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I stay take 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 Slick Rick? No you Dana

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

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is
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)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!