Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Know

Y'all hear the
Wyclef is in the
Puffy to get me
I have officially the band
I'm a rock

Do you know you're going to
Do you like the things that life is you
are you gonna do, do you know

So where you from? Where chicks rock Air Force
Belly shirts tied up and our hair done
So where you from? Where they don't rock Air Force
We hit the block out the spots holding Air guns

So where you from? splitters rock Dickies and boots
A deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe
Man where you Where guerrillas don't be messing with cops
You catch a case go on the run and still the block

So what you doing? Big Ballin' money and flossin'
Sean you know how we do it in New Orleans
So you doing? What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
I'm it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig

Man what you Man I'm minding my biz
I'm trying to feed my kids I can't starve dog I my rib
Yo what you doing? Shuttin' broads believe me
On my grind all night 'cause your girl is

Do you where you're going to
Do you like the things that is showing you
are you gonna do, do you know

All I somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke, I don't that funny
All I know chicks better respect my gangsta
I'm far your mother but I still will spank ya

All I know is this living and sh
What you tell me if you ain't never been in this here
All I know, my flow put me better doors
And bought two gold for that Bentley Azure

Please, don't give up, on life
child, it's alright

The sun come out tomorrow
Even we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go and so we go

When the sun come out to I'd be so ready for die now
me for my sins but I still holding me nine-ah
VIP looking for man for rob now
another way for escape Riker's Island

I'm gonna to these dudes I can get me a Coupe
Without you out of yours with that steam on you
I wanna prove, I'm a superstar my sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You who we are

I gonna prove it Babs is the best in the game
So thugs on tight like I'm snatching your chain
And I'm gonna prove it to the chicks cold shouldered me
And the record labels that chose to over me, ha

I ain't going back to to a pack of
Oodles and in the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard we the guards
We over it's a riot gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels waiting for in the
Is all the way real we peel steel, come on

Do you know where you're to
Do you like the things life is showing you
What are you do, do you know

Bad Boy, Refugee Collabo, let's go
from Brooklyn and I do my thing
Chopper straight out of New Orleans
The infamous Freddy P. the M I A

Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
Dylan doing me thing
E-Ness Philly cat sticking for bling, pow