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 when the power is gone
A in a corner
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm 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 don't know to do!
stop!

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a 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 talk back, the is free
I never found a ray ,a in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you don't be here.
around and get jumped 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 nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on 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 '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 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 nigga 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 thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, panic
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 hop, well then hush
Man, sound like
Man, stole yo
Man, they like
it ain't 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 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 squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

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

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