Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo this is the kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to what the Rock is cookin'

Yo this is strictly a club
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand in the cold
When the was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And tired bouncers would not let me in

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

Back in the days it was all about the
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list five!
Who's 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 time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes
The needle ain't skip the jerked
Cause jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got Bentley's in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of
(It matter!)
What? I won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they everything you wearin
Yo Rock I bought 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 or uncle
show you how the old dances go
And they it off like this
Electric slide on the floor
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug money get into music
The dope man becomes an
Leave crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the thump
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you could New York
You're man must really you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's home two nights a week)
That's when she said a too much conversation
Think she want to indulge in masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South
She said ain't you that kid sing Guantanamera
way before Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you come
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to
Slid to her crib we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her the 44

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

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

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

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

It doesn't