Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

[Chorus: Killah
A lot of these rappers are
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 damn

Priest]
Silly rappers, will you learn
You play with fire and you get burned
'cause now, been low, lately, waitin' my turn
Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not with ya'll
rhymes, same topics
This for the streets, for the projects
For my g's with the weed in the
For my dogs in the law hit charges
Fuck them, 'cause I ya'll regardless
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 favorite rapper, well, he's
And you fake, that's why you fuck with his
I'll take that thing and bust 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
'cause the streets is real, Biggie got Pac
And I love those niggas, but I don't ya'll
Bust a slug for those niggas, but a slug at ya'll
And I get physical, visual, very
party people something, funky to listen to
Hizza, hey, my is blizza, blazed
Cross your fizza, face, down to your
Raps, I do this, since the music the truest
I shoot 'em with rhymes, 'em with lines
knew since their kind is all stupid
Beats we loop it then they cue it, foolish
And I to prove it this time, come on

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

Priest]
I see it, write it, believe it, I'm psychic
The nicest is here, the rest of cats
They was last year, do something...
I it, the beefs, the murders, the streets
The cursin', weak, do something
Different, for instance, the Priest is
A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and gin
Thoughts and beats, I'm it in
My records will spin, everybody the kid can flow
Rip a show, or lift a soul, but time, I gets that dough
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or
I'm Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind
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, a glock
And rap to spread to terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
Enemies don't sit with me
I sit with these and cats keys
Cash and V's, fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!