Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

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

You hear the caters that I'm kicking while I'm walking the
I rhymes just so I can go on beat
You thinks 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 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 without a van

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

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

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

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

Put action on paper now, do that shit
Go ahead and be yourself child, do shit
be afraid to use your own style, do that shit
C'mon do that shit, c'mon do that

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

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

Yeah, you wanna talk about triple beam dream
It's ironic you pass eight-grade maths
You know the half, third, fourth or fifth
Ain't old enough to drive about you pushing a six

And frontin' like you watch for the narks
You gotta watch for momma and on your ass saying, "Oh my God"
You gotta watch for birthday and wrote a half 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 own flow so when you blow up
You won't make the real heads wanna up

Yo, if it like we talking to you
I really 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 knew that shit, c'mon do that

Put some 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, do that shit