Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

Yo, I'm just shooting the 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 the words I'm flipping make you reach for the sky

You the caters that I'm kicking while I'm walking the street
I write just so I can go on beat
You thinks it's so damn don't 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 fill your to head
You believe me well it's taken me from here to Japan
why I'm laughing to the bank without a getaway van

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

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

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

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

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

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

And did you seen a crack baby
How a 30-year-old woman strung 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, fourth or
Ain't old enough to drive talking about you a six

And frontin' you gotta watch for the narks
You gotta watch for 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 wheeze, little nigga please

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

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

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