Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

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

got a holding chain
And you know what to do!
stop!

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

You feel it,
But you don't know what feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I know what 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 and soul
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 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 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 make it alright!

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we care
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
and a glove, make you really wanna 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 pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
got mad cause Winter 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
talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
play 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
Dare a nigger say som', tear a nigga off
How come don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly
I finna 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 squeezed juice, nigga, you that
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, then hush
Man, they like
Man, they yo
Man, they look
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 Dana
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
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 days are (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!