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 mall when the is gone
A shadow in a
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 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 feel it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know what 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 I wouldn't care
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 don't know what you doin'

You feel it,
But you don't what 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!

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
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 like leap year
Glock and a glove, make you 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 cause blew me
That juicy fruit, 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 it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay 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 blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can all this fly shit
I stay take off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 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 this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, they like
Man, they yo
Man, look like
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane
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

time 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 (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, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess right!