Luyện nghe bài hát Do You

If you ain't feelin' me, may walk away
Is all I doin', more can I say
Do you, 'cause I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause I'mma do me
Do you,

Let me attempt to spit
this with a pen in my fist
I'm scriptin' Liston's lost B
Quick six sick clique it's Slum V

We stick chicks their extensions fuzzy
Jewelry's and chunky ridiculous
Like in them when Slick Rick was a young bee
Boy, and his gumby I'm comfy
'Til you insist you'll take my from me

Clack, click, the clip spits
I place you in ditches Egyptians
stitched mummys, your limpin' bloody
I serve niggas the homeless Mission kitchen
We're fixin' for the bums free

You can't tell us we don't get this
We keep a dollar up like Richie puppy
We looking for the with donkey's to hit
It's the Villa pimps, your chimps and monkeys bitch

If you ain't feelin' me, may just away
Is all I doin', what can I say
Do you, nigga I'mma do me
Do you, nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga do me
Do you,

When you see me in a spot never less a dime
Y'all might with 6 we sit with a 9
See, I'm a sick with a flow that's divine
Y'all might flip the flow but flip it like mine

Y'all might roll with a squad but it ain't like
See I'm quick the flow Dogg I'm good to the go
I'mma stack I spit 'til I cant go broke
I the Benz, the Range, I want it all, I want gold

I dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes
'Cause I chill the chicks who be the centerfolds
Then I creep to the mo, a freak on the low
Then I come thru the doe, I mash on the flo

Yeah, I it movin' like the local D.O.T's
Keep serving yo's with the bad tenancies
Let a nigga do his thang, shit stop me
Gone with a playa girl its all hustle free

If you ain't feelin' me, may just walk
Is all I doin', what can I say
Do you, 'cause I'mma do me
Do you, nigga I'mma do me
Do you, 'cause nigga do me
Do you, Jea

But of it be effortless we pullin' up in the Porsche
Medallion the size of a on my necklace
We done it again, got under your skin
We hot like a gun pop running you jems

Can stop this thing of ours
The ladies they fein' and double in g strings and bras
Make 'em scream like electric guitars
Don't hate on the squad 'cause my niggas is

Do you
Do you
Do you
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