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 in a corner
playin' along!
I'm lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car
A moment to
I know if I ever tear living with you

You've got a holding
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 know what you're thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a Jimi writer, not a heart and soul
I got night, enough's been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I care
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I talk back, the message is free
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
Glock and a glove, make you really leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't but an auto toned pitch
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, 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 ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, panic
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, sound like
Man, stole yo
Man, they like
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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

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 (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, 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!