Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 child, do that shit
be afraid to use your own style, do that shit
C'mon do shit, c'mon do that shit

Now everybody want heaven but nobody death
a lot you kids wouldn't even settle for injured
So why you frontin' like you want drama see that shit fly
You to spend a couple nights with a drama 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 these folks gotta live in these streets today
Either up, smoked, or sniffed their life away

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

And frontin' like you watch for the narks
You gotta watch for your and on your ass saying, "Oh my God"
You gotta watch for your birthday and wrote a half a
Worth of rhymes like you little wheeze, 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 heads wanna throw up

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

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