Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

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

It's no love for the other side, fuck all the
Pop the on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, it sick
I'm of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick

I been one of them boys way back when
This is way before a nigga brought gray in
So if I spray Mac-10's, bet you lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach

Yea I made grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I a pocket fulla, do the damn thang money
I keep it with bottles of champagne dunny
So it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey

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

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

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

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

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

Jeans strapped and ya dip
15, got six clips
Pillsbury nigga, got a dough
me Boston George, got a lotta blow

They place orders, so I cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn

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 damn

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

You waitin' instead of participatin' them boys
You skatin' on them 22, datin's like boys
I'm hatin' that communicatin' with them boys
I'm waitin' just to 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
'Cuz I'm so hood that I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should

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

I know them tricks bitter I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her, forty six with her
And I'm higher than a
But a nigga try he gon' die in this motherfucker

I got a full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard, we love them 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 damn thang, oh do the damn