Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

Killah Priest]
A lot of these rappers are
Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the
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
rhymes, same 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
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
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 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 is real, even Biggie 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, very
Givin' party people something, funky to to
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza,
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 knew since their is all stupid
Beats we loop it then cue it, they foolish
And I stand to prove it time, come on

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

Priest]
I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm
The is here, the rest of those cats
They was last year, 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
Thoughts and beats, I'm it in
My records will spin, everybody the kid can flow
Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets dough
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful
of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours
Sever jaws, I'm ready for war
Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock
And rap to to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
Enemies please don't sit me
I sit with and cats with keys
Cash and V's, black fatigues, M.C.'s, it's over!