Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

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

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

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

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

You feel it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't what 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 to act like we don't care
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck and get jumped like leap year
and a glove, make you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How it be, some 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 stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you 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 Slick Rick? 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 this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, they look
it ain't us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

time we try, we get nowhere
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 days are (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a of the process (Okay, okay)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!