Luyện nghe bài hát Do the Damn Thing

Look, I can see niggas stuntin'
To right 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 side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, I through it quick

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

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

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

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

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

My phone is tapped and so is my room
We hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me you what I stand fo'
Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me

On that Remy Martin, nigga matter of
I ain't Fat Joe but I can 'em lean back
Save your ammo, don't it
Got him dodgin' like he in the matrix

strapped and ya better dip
Carvin' 15, got six
Pillsbury nigga, got a dough
Call me Boston George, got a lotta

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

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

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

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

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

And get ridda shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that bitch chitter
My fit with her, I tell her you don went left
Now you to go right like a switch hitta

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

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

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