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 lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever living with you

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

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a Jimi writer, not a heart 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 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 know what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't
But it's true, you do, nothing is
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 to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de
Get out, or get duked-duked
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 y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo mama
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can all this fly shit
I stay finna off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
If it ain't fix, don't it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't
If it ain't hip, it hop, well then hush
Man, sound like
Man, stole 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 Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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
Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

Flip the page, our days are (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!