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 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 to ride
Because I know if I ever tear with you

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

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

You feel it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I know what you're 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 know I care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
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 what you doin' baby

You wanna 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!

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 like leap year
and a glove, make you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't but an auto toned pitch
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on bloop de
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend 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 ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that 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 Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't it, don't panic
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, they like
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh 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 we don't care (I don't care)
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

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