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 light in the 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 know if I ever living with you

got a holding chain
And you don't what to do!
stop!

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a 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 the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
and a glove, make you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but into me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de
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 talkin' "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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 lava language, and the 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 don't
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, look like
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be if we were 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 days are (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!