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 is gone
A shadow in a
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm aside
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living you

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

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

You feel 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!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a heart and
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 loving the
And if I talk back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

Every time we try, we get
But it be nice if we were 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 like you don't be here.
Fuck and get jumped like leap year
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 nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin' "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 killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still 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 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 fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you 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 Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, panic
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, they look
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 Slick Rick? No you Dana
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

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

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