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
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm aside
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I if I ever tear living with you

got a holding chain
And you don't know to do!
stop!

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

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!

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 care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna back, the message is free
I never 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 feel 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 make it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But it be nice if we were 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...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
and a glove, make you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause blew me
That 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 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 wit' yo mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, rock my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

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

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, don't
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it hip, it don't 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 thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

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

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