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 power is
A shadow in a
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm aside
But if I get a car
A to ride
I know if I ever tear living with you

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

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 you're
And I don't know what you're thinking

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 know I care
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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!

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act we don't care
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get like leap 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 nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause blew me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get duked out, or get
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, 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 Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a nigga off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay 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 juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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 fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't
If it ain't hip, it hop, well then hush
Man, they like
Man, stole yo
Man, look like
it ain't us.

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

time we try, we get nowhere
But it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I care)
But it's true, you do, 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 of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess right!