Luyện nghe bài hát Do That $#!%

Yo, I'm just shooting the breeze with dioxide
That needs to be and sold so you can lo' and behold
Or would you it below 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 I'm walking the street
I rhymes 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 you now your talking to a grown ass man
I put some shit in your to fill your stomach to head
You don't believe me well it's taken me from here to
That's why I'm laughing to the without a getaway van

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

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

What's the matter with life?
Strange you got something to 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 that

Yo, if it sound we talking to you
I really think you want to do 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 now, do that shit
Go ahead and be child, do that shit
Don't be afraid to use own style, do that shit
do that shit, c'mon do that shit

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

And did you ever seen a 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 their life away

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

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

these, watch 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 make the real heads wanna throw up

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

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