Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

[Chorus: Killah
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 thing
Get off the and do the damn thing
Get off the and do the damn thing

[Killah
Silly rappers, when 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 with 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 ya'll regardless
For my chicks in the dancin' bra-less
Hair done, nice face, lookin'
I got that thing, bust off, objects
Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, a promise
your favorite rapper, well, he's fake
And you fake, that's why you fuck his tape
I'll take that thing and just bust in your
You're not real, same flow, no
I pop steel, lames, no who go down
And I give 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 love
Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at
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 shoot 'em rhymes, execute 'em with lines
knew since their kind is all stupid
Beats we loop it then cue it, they foolish
And I to prove it this time, come on

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

Priest]
I see it, then write it, it, I'm psychic
The is here, the rest of those 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, the pen and some gin
Thoughts and beats, I'm it in
My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can
Rip a show, or a soul, but this time, I gets that dough
I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful
of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours
Sever your jaws, I'm for war
Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock
And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on whole industry
Enemies don't sit with me
I sit these and cats with keys
Cash and V's, black fatigues, M.C.'s, it's over!