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 to ride
I know if I ever tear living with you

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

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you don't know 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 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 loving the
And if I wanna back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a knot in
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 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 just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't care
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you don't be here.
Fuck around and get jumped leap year
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't nuttin' but an toned pitch
My look 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 Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some lame, man
talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all fly shit
I finna take 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 squeezed juice, nigga, you that
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 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 hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, they look
Nope it 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 Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

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

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