Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

Yo, I'm shooting the breeze with carbon dioxide
needs to be bottled and sold so you can lo' and behold
Or would you hold it 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 it's so damn lovely don't you nigga come here
You just a little kid all steps and no beard

But let me tell you now your talking to a ass man
I put shit in your head to fill your stomach to head
You don't believe me it's taken me from here to Japan
That's why I'm 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 keep my Hennessey so skip the fantasy plan
why you get up and go, that's shit you got to debate

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

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

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

Put some action on 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, do that shit

Now everybody want heaven but nobody death
Shit a lot you kids wouldn't settle for injured
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 seen a crack baby
How bout a 30-year-old woman out into a little old lady
You see some of these folks that gotta live in streets today
Either shot up, smoked, or sniffed their away

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

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

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

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