Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
a cap on his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the when the power 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 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 don't know you doin' baby

You feel 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 make it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I talk back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

You feel it,
But you know what you're 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 it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't care
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit like you don't wanna 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 to the happy zone
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause blew 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!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some lame, man
talkin' 'bout "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 Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna 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 Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it ain't fix, broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it hop, well then hush
Man, sound like
Man, they yo
Man, they look
it ain't 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 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 that

Every 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 care (I care)
But true, you do, nothing 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!