Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

[Intro: Priest]
You know beat is crazy, right
the beat right here, yo
They gonna this when they hear this, g

[Chorus: Priest]
A lot of rappers are indecisive
Ya'll comin' to game, like ya'll the nicest
But, anyway, get rich, get
Get off the wall and do the damn
Get off the floor and do the thing
Get off the floor and do the thing

Priest]
Silly rappers, will you learn
You play fire and you will get burned
'cause now, I've low, lately, waitin' my turn
Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned ya'll
Weak rhymes, topics
one's for the streets, for the projects
For my g's with the in the apartments
For my in the law hit with charges
Fuck them, 'cause I love regardless
For my chicks in the whips dancin'
Hair done, face, lookin' flawless
I got thing, bust off, lead objects
Ya'll are lame, no threat, it's a promise
Name favorite rapper, well, he's fake
And you fake, that's why you fuck his tape
I'll take that thing and just in your face
You're not real, 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 ya'll
Bust a for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll
And I get physical, visual, artistical
party people something, funky to listen to
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza,
your fizza, face, down to your waist
Raps, I do this, the music influence the truest
I 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
They knew since their kind is all
Beats we it then they cue it, they foolish
And I to prove it this time, come on

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

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