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 in the mall when the power is gone
A in a corner
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I if I ever tear living with you

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

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

You feel it,
But you don't know what you're 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 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 talk back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

time 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 you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped leap year
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't but an auto toned pitch
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some 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 Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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, don't
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then
Man, they like
Man, they yo
Man, look like
it ain't us.

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

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I you're right!