Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

[Chorus: Priest]
A lot of these are indecisive
Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the
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 and you will get burned
'cause now, I've low, lately, waitin' my turn
off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
Weak rhymes, same
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, 'cause I love ya'll
For my chicks in the dancin' bra-less
done, nice face, lookin' flawless
I got that thing, bust off, objects
Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, a promise
Name your favorite rapper, well, fake
And you fake, that's why you with 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 don't give a fuck, who run the or not
'cause the streets is real, even got Pac
And I those niggas, but I don't 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
your fizza, face, down to your waist
Raps, I do this, since the music influence the
I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with
They since their kind is all stupid
Beats we loop it then they cue it, foolish
And I stand to it this time, come on

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

[Killah
I see it, then write it, 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 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 lift a soul, but this time, I gets that
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical mind
Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, is clever than yours
Sever jaws, I'm ready for war
Like Pac in his Makaveli era, for ya'll, with a glock
And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole
Enemies please don't sit me
I sit these and cats with keys
Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, over!