Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the when the power is gone
A shadow in a
Just along!
I'm lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living you

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

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

You feel it,
But you don't know what you're 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 Saturday night, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the 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 you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you don't be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, make you wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My pants, my solid future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause blew me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de
Get duked out, or get
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he 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
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can all this fly shit
I finna take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't 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 don't
If it hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, sound like
Man, stole yo
Man, look like
Nope it us.

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

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we don't (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

Flip the page, our days are (Hiiide!)
is strange, doctor, I've 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!