Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo this is the Rock it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell the Rock is cookin'

Yo this is a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, down
And tired bouncers would not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the Indies
(It matter!)
I got a full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
I won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you sharin, people ain't carin
up in the hood and they take everything you wearin

Back in the days it was all the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand
Hustlin my way in I'm on the list plus five!
Who's performin He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in left ear
Light up like Vegas when time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the
But I'm not honey, but I be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the jerked
Cause y'all too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty Bentley's in the West
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of
(It matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
Come up in the and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I bought a fresh Bentley
(It matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of ever been to a barbecue
And you got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old go
And they it off like this
slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an
Leave that crack alone! I the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you could New York
You're man must really love you, does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she a little too much conversation
Think she want to in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of America
She said ain't you that kid that sing
way before Ricky Martin "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What you come from?
I was in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New
my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we the door
Her man was on the bottle for her with the 44

Now what it like, it ain't really that
(It matter!)
So he the gat at my top hat
(It matter!)
Are you You was married!
(It matter!)
Cause if you sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they take you wearin

Yeah that's when shorty up to her man
And she said I gotta go I be here no more
And she this

me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee
And the basement
That's I live, oh

on
Yo Rock I sold seventeen million records
(It doesn't how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo it out
You go get diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get rings or not!)
Man listen,
I got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter about Grammy's!)

It doesn't