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 when the power is gone
A shadow in a
Just 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 chain
And you know what to do!
stop!

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

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

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, enough's been
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 message is
I never 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 what you baby

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be if we were just normal people, yeah
so hard 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 around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
Get duked out, or get
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 Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a 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 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 that
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 this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, they sound
Man, stole yo
Man, they like
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 Slick Rick? No you Dana
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

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

Flip the page, our are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!