Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
a cap on his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is
A shadow in a
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 ever tear with you

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

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 thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the is free
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we 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 and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're 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!
a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, 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 ain' D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all fly shit
I stay take off

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

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, sound like
Man, they yo
Man, they look
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 Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

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

Flip the page, our are revelations (Hiiide!)
is strange, doctor, I've 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!