Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

Look, I can see niggas stuntin'
To this now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea, look,
Look, lo-lo-look, look,

no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck the bricks
love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, I through it quick

I been one of boys since way back when
This is way a nigga brought gray plaques in
So if I spray Mac-10's, bet you niggas lay back
Like you sittin' in a Benz

Yea I made crack grins but a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla, do the thang money
I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne
So keep it till you pull a hamstring honey

These pimps just better have a for me
I got them hoes starin' like got a problem with me
I got boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
I'm bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me

I got a pocket full of and my wrist all froze
So what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the thang

A might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a fulla that, do the damn thang money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the thang

My phone is and so is my livin' room
We can't hide the money here, we need a room
Let me you what I stand fo'
Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me

On that Remy Martin, nigga of fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make 'em lean
your ammo, don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets he in the matrix

Jeans strapped and ya dip
Carvin' 15, got six
Pillsbury nigga, got a lotta
Call me George, got a lotta blow

place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a weight
You see the diamonds in my chain
It ain't to tell, I do the damn thang

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all
So fuck what you heard, we don't love hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn

A nigga might but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the thang money
Hey, do the thang, oh do the damn thang

You waitin' instead of participatin' with them
You on them 22, datin's like them boys
I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them
I'm just to send them to Satan for that shit

They see a nigga stones look and I gotta stack
Of singles in my hand, that's phone booth
I'm so hood rich that I'm no good bitch
And if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch

And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch
My fit with her, I tell her you don went left
Now you need to go right like a hitta

I know them bitter when I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her, four six with her
And I'm than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he die in this motherfucker

I got a pocket full of and my wrist all froze
So fuck you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the thang

A might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn