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 light in the when the power is gone
A in a corner
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A moment to
I know if I ever tear living with you

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

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a 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 is free
I never 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 wanna it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't what you're thinking baby

You go on
And you make 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 we don't care
But it's true, you do, nothing is
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, 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 plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga '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 ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly
I finna take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh 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 really Slick Rick? No you Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, they like
Man, stole yo
Man, they like
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 Slick Rick? No you Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

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

Flip the page, our days are (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 guess right!