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 to ride
Because I know if I ever living with you

got a holding 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 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, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna back, the message is free
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were 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 acting like you wanna be here.
around 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 zone
Rap ain't but an auto toned pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de
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 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all fly shit
I stay take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it flush
If it hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, sound like
Man, they 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 really Slick Rick? No you Dana
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that

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

Flip the page, our days are (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 you're right!