Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

1

Riding in da Range wit my loaded,
Looking for motherfucking snitch, he gon die in a ditch, how could he not know it,
boys are killers; even da cops know it,
Pull up in da club my thugz, we gon pop moet,
The gangstas gon love this black poet,
Em boys took my spot, now I'm back for it,
Gangsta rap back, buss a for it,
If you got a stack, it,
Ya bitch on my cock, how could she not blow it,
Let it gon come back for it,
em ho's motherfucker, get ya doe motherfucker.

Cho

This thug shit never homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da block wit' my on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight Kingston,
Got da K in da nigga,
Do ya thing...
This shit is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll change nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, outta Kingston.

2

We money, thought I told ya,
Cry motherfucker, you don't want it with my soldiers,
New on my shoulders,
I'm a spark it's over,
Till my heart beating and I'm stinking in this Rover,
kosher,
Paid what I ya,
You was there, in da with da soda,
to fulfil da quota,
Need a key of coca,
da cops came, hid em thing in da sofa,
a joker,
I'm a don Sosa,
I'm now, success is gettin' closer,
Uh Huh!

Cho

thug shit never stop homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da wit' my glock on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight Kingston,
Got da K in da nigga,
Do ya thing...
This thug is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! never change nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya son, straight outta Kingston.

3

Step in da building, Rollie on my wrist,
in da building, I'm a grind on ya bitch,
Hey ma, ya name? Who ya wit?
This ain't no game, Cry run this shit,
My weak, hit da streets, move a brick,
The back, pussy nigga move ya shit,
New York rappers South to make a hit,
shit lame, niggaz change to be rich,
I'm still da same flames from my lips,
Magic man, or dope, Make a wish,
Nigga!

Cho

This thug shit stop homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da wit' my glock on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, outta Kingston,
Got da K in da nigga,
Do ya thing...
thug shit is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll never nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya son, straight outta Kingston.
This thug shit stop homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da wit' my glock on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, outta Kingston,
Got da K in da nigga,
Do ya thing...
This thug is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll never nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, outta Kingston.

All my from Brooklyn,
Do ya thing...
All my from da Bronx,
Do ya thing...
All my from Queens,
Do ya thing...
round wit' that beam,
Do ya thing...
Cry be da team,
Do ya thing...