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 in a corner
Just 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 living with you

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

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

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

You go on
And you make 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 said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never found a ray ,a in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get 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 toned pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
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' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all fly shit
I stay 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 Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, they like
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
it ain't 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 damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

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

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