Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

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

You hear the that I'm kicking while I'm walking the street
I write rhymes just so I can go on
You thinks it's so damn lovely don't you nigga come
You just a little kid all steps and no beard

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
why I'm laughing to the bank without a getaway van

You worrying your ice and want your shorty to see
The only ice that I 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 your crystal
your pistol, meanwhile, the real style long gone, miss-trial
Guilty of the bullshit, of killing it
Even all fronting, fake, phoney friends are feeling it

What's the matter your life?
Strange you got something to talk about you already 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 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 better act 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 shit, c'mon do that shit

Now everybody heaven but nobody want death
Shit a lot you kids wouldn't even settle for
So why you frontin' like you want drama see that ain't fly
You need to spend a couple with 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 in these streets today
Either shot up, smoked, or sniffed their away

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

And frontin' like you gotta watch for the
You gotta watch for momma and on your ass saying, "Oh my God"
You watch for your birthday and wrote a half a album
of rhymes like you little wheeze, little nigga please

Watch these, watch fly by night MCs
Biting Jay-Z's flow, go with the
I beseech you get your own flow so you blow up
You won't make the real heads wanna up

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 that shit, c'mon do that shit

Put some action on 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, c'mon do shit