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 in a corner
playin' along!
I'm lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car
A moment to
I know if I ever tear living with you

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

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 what you're thinking

You go on
And you make it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a and soul
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 wanna talk back, the message is
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

You wanna it,
But you know what you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I know what you're thinking baby

You go on
And you make it alright!

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just 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 and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove, make you really leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That juicy fruit, that
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 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 ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play
white, know 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 squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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 ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then
Man, sound like
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick 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 ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

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

the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, 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!