Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo this is strictly a club
Dedicated to everybody who to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired bouncers not let me in

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

Back in the it was all about the clubs
And the thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to outside
my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He said
Mister Lover he be the selector
(Stop drop the up in here)
emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
Foundation Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't the record jerked
y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got Bentley's in the West Indies
(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 hood and take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a Bentley
(It doesn't you just bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever been to a
And you got an aunt or uncle
show you how the old dances go
And they it off like this
Electric slide on the dance
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug money get converted into
The man becomes an entertainer
Leave crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into and better things Mr. Fiend
You a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the thump
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
Excuse me I cough
you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two 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 glass of Merlot Mrs. No
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the of South America
She said ain't you that kid sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to
Slid to her crib we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her the 44

Now what it look like, it 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 hood and they take everything you wearin

Yeah when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be here no
And she this

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

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

It doesn't