Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

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

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

You do it
But you don't know you doin' 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 writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the is free
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 you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped 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 zone
Rap ain't but an auto toned pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause blew me
That juicy fruit, that
X on bloop de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the I swear, I promise
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I stay take off

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

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it 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, sound like
Man, they yo
Man, they like
it ain't us.

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

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 (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 of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess right!