Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee
And bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'

Yo this is strictly a club
Dedicated to everybody who to stand outside in the cold
the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And tired bouncers would not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of
(It matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people carin
Come up in the and they take everything you wearin

in the days it was all about the clubs
And the thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list five!
performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the
But I'm not honey, but I could be Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes
The ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty Bentley's in the Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden of trees
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
Come up in the and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever been to a
And you always got an aunt or
wanna show you how the old go
And start it off like this
Electric on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug get converted into music
The dope man becomes an
Leave that crack alone! I the customers
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
Excuse me I cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you freeze New York
You're man must really love you, does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much
Think she want to indulge in lyrical
So I with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the size of America
She said ain't you that kid that sing
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Loca"
hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the
Her man was on the waiting for her with the 44

Now it look like, it ain't really that
(It matter!)
So he the gat at my top hat
(It matter!)
Are you You was married!
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
up in your hood and they take everything you wearin

Yeah that's when shorty up to her man
And she I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said

me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee
And the basement
That's I live, oh

on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million
(It doesn't matter how records you've sold!)
Alright I'm you, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond
(It doesn't matter if the Rock to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It doesn't matter your Grammy's!)

It doesn't