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 the power is gone
A in a corner
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 tear living with you

You've got a holding
And you know what to do!
stop!

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

You feel 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 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 said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I wanna back, the message is free
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 what you doin' baby

You feel 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
so hard to act like 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 wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause blew me
That 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 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 Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better 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
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly
I stay finna off

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

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
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, they like
it ain't us.

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

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