Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

Yo, I'm just shooting the breeze with carbon
That needs to be bottled and so you can lo' and behold
Or would you hold it c'mon let go and be high
You can't deny the I'm flipping make you reach for the sky

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

But let me tell you now talking to a grown ass man
I put some shit in your head to fill your stomach to
You don't believe me well it's taken me from here to
That's why I'm laughing to the bank a getaway van

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

You steady worrying bout your
Charge your pistol, meanwhile, the real style gone, miss-trial
Guilty of the bullshit, innocent of it
Even all your fronting, fake, phoney friends are it

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

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

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

Now everybody want but nobody want death
Shit a lot you kids wouldn't even settle for
So why you frontin' like you want drama see that shit fly
You need to spend a nights with a drama queen

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

Yeah, you wanna talk your triple beam dream
It's ironic you pass eight-grade maths
You don't the half, third, fourth or fifth
Ain't old enough to drive talking about you 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 birthday and wrote a half a album
Worth of like you little wheeze, little nigga please

these, watch those fly by night MCs
Biting Jay-Z's flow, go with the
I beseech you get own flow so when you blow up
You won't the real 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 act like you knew that shit, c'mon do that shit

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