Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

1

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

Cho

This shit never stop 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...
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.

2

We getting money, I told ya,
Cry motherfucker, you don't want it with my soldiers,
New on my shoulders,
I'm a spark till over,
Till my heart stop and I'm stinking in this Rover,
kosher,
Paid I owed ya,
You was there, in da with da soda,
Trying to da quota,
a key of that coca,
When da came, hid em thing in da sofa,
a joker,
I'm a don Sosa,
I'm rapping now, success is closer,
Uh Huh!

Cho

This thug shit never 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 son, straight outta Kingston,
Got da K in da nigga,
Do ya thing...
This shit is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll never nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, outta Kingston.

3

Step in da building, shining on my wrist,
Step in da building, I'm a on ya bitch,
Hey ma, what's ya Who ya wit?
This no game, Cry Nation run this shit,
My weak, hit da streets, move a brick,
The king back, nigga move ya shit,
New rappers sounding South to make a hit,
That lame, niggaz change to be rich,
I'm still da same spitting flames my lips,
Magic man, coke or dope, a wish,
Nigga!

Cho

This thug shit stop 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 son, straight 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 thing son, outta Kingston.
This thug never stop 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, outta Kingston,
Got da K in da nigga,
Do ya thing...
This thug shit is in my nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! never change nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight Kingston.

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