Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

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

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

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

[Killah
I see it, write it, believe 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', weak, do something
Different, for instance, the Priest is
A technique, I my point, with 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
Chapters of rhymes, lines, metaphors is clever than yours
your jaws, I'm ready for war
Like Pac in his Makaveli era, for ya'll, with a glock
And rap to spread to terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
please don't sit with me
I sit with these and with keys
Cash and V's, fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!