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

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

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

You feel it,
But you don't know what 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 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 wanna back, the message is free
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 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 you're baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped leap year
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause blew me
That juicy fruit, shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
talkin' 'bout "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 Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
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 juice, nigga, you that Tang
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 No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, they sound
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
it ain't 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 Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 were just people, yeah
Trying so 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!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!