Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

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

[Killah
Silly rappers, when will you
You play with fire and you get burned
'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my
Turn off my 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
Weak rhymes, topics
This one's for the streets, for the
For my g's with the weed in the
For my dogs in the law hit charges
Fuck them, I love ya'll regardless
For my chicks in the whips dancin'
Hair done, face, lookin' flawless
I got that thing, off, lead objects
cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise
Name your rapper, well, he's fake
And you fake, that's why you with his tape
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 give a fuck, who run the or not
the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac
And I love those niggas, but I don't ya'll
Bust a slug for niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll
And I get physical, visual, artistical
Givin' party people something, funky to to
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza,
Cross fizza, face, down to your waist
Raps, I do this, since the music 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 it this time, come on

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

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