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 shadow in a
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever tear with you

You've got a chain
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 what you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
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, been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the 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 know you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get duked out, or get
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly
I stay finna 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 damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 fix, don't broke 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, then hush
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, look like
it ain't us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't care (I don't 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 part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess right!