Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the is gone
A shadow in a
playin' along!
I'm lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever living with you

You've got a chain
And you don't what to do!
stop!

You do it
But you don't what you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you don't what you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know what thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
I got night, enough's been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I talk back, the message is free
I never a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you don't know what feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know you're thinking baby

You go on
And you make it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act we don't care
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How come don't play baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain't fix, broke it, don't panic
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, they like
Man, stole yo
Man, look like
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't (I don't care)
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

Flip the page, our are revelations (Hiiide!)
is strange, doctor, I've got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess right!