Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his head and a in his tie
I'm the in the mall when the power 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 to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living you

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

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

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
I got night, enough's been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I wanna talk back, the is free
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 what you doin' baby

You feel 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 gonna 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 care
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My girl look pretty up there, it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on bloop de
Get duked out, or get
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I 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 Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna off

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 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 Slick 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 ain't dope, it flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, they like
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 No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

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 (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

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