Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

[Intro: Killah
You this beat is crazy, right
the beat right here, yo
They gonna love this when they this, g

Killah Priest]
A lot of these are indecisive
Ya'll comin' to this game, like the nicest
But, anyway, get rich, get
Get off the wall and do the damn
Get off the floor and do the damn
Get off the and do the damn thing

Priest]
Silly rappers, when you learn
You play with fire and you get burned
'cause now, I've low, lately, waitin' my turn
Turn off my 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
rhymes, same topics
This for the streets, for the projects
For my g's with the in the apartments
For my dogs in the law hit charges
Fuck them, 'cause I love ya'll
For my chicks in the dancin' bra-less
Hair done, nice face, flawless
I got thing, bust off, lead objects
Ya'll are lame, no threat, it's a promise
Name your rapper, well, he's fake
And you fake, that's why you fuck with his
I'll take thing and just bust in your face
not real, same flow, no style
I pop steel, lames, no who go down
And I don't a fuck, who run the city or not
the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac
And I love those niggas, but I don't love
Bust a for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll
And I get physical, visual, artistical
Givin' people something, funky to listen to
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza,
Cross your fizza, face, to your waist
Raps, I do this, since the influence the truest
I 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
They knew their kind is all stupid
Beats we loop it they cue it, they foolish
And I stand to prove it time, come on

[Hook: Priest]
'cause it's new year, best to come
I hear a style that I can't do yet
I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't yet
Get off the wall and do the thing
Get on the floor and do the thing

[Killah
I see it, then it, believe it, I'm psychic
The nicest is here, the rest of those
They was last year, do something...
I it, the beefs, the murders, the streets
The cursin', that's weak, do
Different, for instance, the is brief
A technique, I proves my point, the pen and some gin
and beats, I'm blendin' it in
My records will spin, everybody the kid can flow
Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I that dough
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful
Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is than yours
your jaws, I'm ready for war
Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a
And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole
Enemies please don't sit me
I sit with these and with keys
Cash and V's, fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!