Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

[Chorus: Killah
A lot of these rappers are
Ya'll comin' to game, like ya'll the nicest
But, anyway, get rich, get
Get off the wall and do the damn
Get off the and do the damn thing
Get off the and do the damn thing

[Killah
Silly rappers, will you learn
You with fire and you will get burned
now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn
Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not with ya'll
Weak rhymes, topics
This one's for the streets, for the
For my g's the weed in the apartments
For my dogs in the law hit charges
Fuck them, 'cause I love ya'll
For my in the whips dancin' bra-less
Hair done, nice face, lookin'
I got that thing, bust off, lead
Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, a promise
Name your rapper, well, he's fake
And you fake, that's why you fuck with his
take that thing and just bust in your face
You're not real, flow, no style
I pop steel, lames, no know who go
And I don't give a fuck, who run the or not
'cause the streets is real, even 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 something, funky to listen to
Hizza, hey, my is blizza, blazed
Cross your fizza, face, to your waist
Raps, I do this, the music influence the truest
I 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
They since their kind is all stupid
Beats we loop it then cue it, they foolish
And I stand to prove it this time, on

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

Priest]
I see it, then it, believe it, I'm psychic
The is here, the rest of those cats
They was last year, do something...
I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the
The cursin', that's weak, do
Different, for instance, the is brief
A technique, I proves my point, the pen and some 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 dough
I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy
I'm Witty Unpredictable, masterful mind
Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than
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
please don't sit with me
I sit these and cats with keys
Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, over!