Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're to smell what the Rock is cookin'

Yo is strictly a club record
Dedicated to who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded
And these tired 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 just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
up in the hood and they take everything you wearin

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

I got fifty in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you
Yo I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever to a barbecue
And you got an aunt or uncle
wanna you how the old dances go
And they start it off this
Electric slide on the dance
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug get converted into music
The dope man becomes an
Leave that alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the thump
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street only home two nights a week)
That's she said a little too much conversation
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I with the conversation, I said
Can I you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the of South America
She said you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Loca"
What you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a to three
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 ain't that
(It matter!)
So he the gat at my top hat
(It matter!)
Are you You was married!
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
Come up in your hood and they take everything you

Yeah that's when shorty up to her man
And she I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she this

Take me home, to the
I belong at the Camp
And the basement
where I live, oh

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

It matter