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 in the mall when the power is gone
A shadow in a
playin' 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 living with you

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

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

You wanna it,
But you know what you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know what you're 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 said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna 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 what you doin' baby

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

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
Trying so hard to act like we don't
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you don't 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 zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter 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
talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all fly shit
I finna take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane

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

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana
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

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

Flip the page, our 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!