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,

It's no love for the other side, fuck all the
Pop the glove on the other side, buck the bricks
Birds love how a ride, truckin' it sick
I'm of on the southern side, I pluck 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 niggas lay back
Like you sittin' in a Maybach

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

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

I got a pocket full of money and my 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

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

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' bullets like he in the

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

They place orders, so I bake
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 full of money 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 still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the thang

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

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

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

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

I got a pocket of money 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 still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn