Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

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

Priest]
Silly rappers, will you learn
You play with and you will 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 for the streets, for the projects
For my g's with the weed in the
For my dogs in the law hit charges
them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless
For my in the whips dancin' bra-less
Hair done, nice face, flawless
I got that thing, bust off, objects
cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise
Name favorite rapper, well, he's fake
And you fake, why you fuck with his tape
I'll take that thing and just 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
'cause the is real, even Biggie got Pac
And I love those niggas, but I don't ya'll
Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a at ya'll
And I get physical, visual, artistical
Givin' party people something, funky to to
Hizza, hey, my is blizza, blazed
Cross your fizza, face, down to waist
Raps, I do this, since the music the truest
I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with
They since their kind is all stupid
Beats we loop it then cue it, they foolish
And I stand to it this time, come on

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

[Killah
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 heard it, the beefs, the murders, the
The cursin', weak, do something
Different, for instance, the is brief
A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and gin
and beats, I'm blendin' it in
My records will spin, everybody 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
Chapters of rhymes, lines, metaphors is clever 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 deadly terror, I on this whole industry
please don't sit with me
I sit these and cats with keys
and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!