Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

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

You hear the caters I'm kicking while I'm walking the street
I rhymes just so I can go on beat
You thinks it's so damn lovely you nigga come here
You just a frightened little kid all steps and no

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

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

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

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

Yo, if it sound we talking to you
I really think you want to do that shit, c'mon do shit
And if you on what 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 yourself child, do that
Don't be to use your own style, do that shit
C'mon do that shit, do that shit

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

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

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

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