Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

Yo, I'm just shooting the breeze with dioxide
That needs to be bottled and sold so you can lo' and
Or would you hold it c'mon let go and be high
You deny the words I'm flipping make you reach for the sky

You hear the caters that I'm kicking I'm walking the street
I write rhymes just so I can go on
You it's so damn lovely don't you nigga come here
You a frightened little kid all steps and no beard

But let me tell you now your to a grown ass man
I put some shit in your to fill your stomach to head
You don't believe me well it's taken me from to Japan
why I'm laughing to the bank without a getaway van

You worrying about ice and want your shorty to see
The only ice I need is in my L I T
I my Hennessey straight so skip the fantasy plan
That's why you get up and go, that's shit you got to

You worrying bout your crystal
Charge your pistol, meanwhile, the real style long gone,
Guilty of the bullshit, of killing it
Even all your fronting, fake, phoney are feeling it

the matter with your life?
Strange you got something to talk that you already know about
And walk about, get some, feel about it
Write it down, it over then shout it out, how that sound?

Yo, if it sound we talking to you
I really think you want to do shit, c'mon do that shit
And if you know on what we is true
You act like you knew that shit, c'mon do that shit

Put some action on paper now, do that
Go ahead and be child, do that shit
Don't be afraid to use your own style, do shit
C'mon do that shit, c'mon do shit

Now everybody want heaven but want death
Shit a lot you wouldn't even settle for injured
So why you frontin' like you drama see that shit ain't fly
You to spend a couple nights with a drama queen

And did you ever seen a crack
How bout a 30-year-old woman strung out into a old lady
You see some of these folks that gotta live in these today
Either shot up, smoked, or sniffed their life

Yeah, you wanna talk about your triple dream
It's ironic 'cause you pass maths
You know the half, third, fourth or fifth
Ain't old to drive talking about you pushing a six

And frontin' you gotta watch for the narks
You watch for your momma and on your ass saying, "Oh my God"
You gotta watch for your birthday and wrote a a album
Worth of rhymes like you little wheeze, little nigga

Watch these, those fly by night MCs
Biting Jay-Z's flow, go the breeze
I beseech you get your own flow so you blow up
You won't make the heads wanna throw up

Yo, if it sound we talking to you
I think you want to do that shit, c'mon do that shit
And if you know on we saying is true
You better act like you that shit, c'mon do that shit

Put some on paper now, do that shit
Go ahead and be child, do that shit
Don't be afraid to use own style, do that shit
C'mon do that shit, c'mon do shit