Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Like It, Do You Want It

Picture me ballin' in the top, open skies
In foreign, soarin', 145
The God is for my body, let my spirit fly
I it all, no lie
me pourin' poppin' something imported
Pedal flooring, poppin', boppin' to Lauryn
Now picture me

Never seen, never heard, happened, never occurred
Now picture me 10,000 feet above the sea
Popping bubbly, you'd to be me
Now picture the servants in the cabin with the massage
Picture having ice and wanna speak to God
Picture dreams being shattered and your cream being lavished
At the time, tell me what you think matters
all the money that I've gotten off tours
Now me plotting for more, picture this nigga

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Do you it (yeah)
do the things that I do
Tell me do you it (yeah)
Wanna know what it's like in my
Do you it (yeah)
see the things that I see
Tell me do you it (yeah)
Wanna what it's like to be me

Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for
Straight flipping, my cool
Now picture me gritty, P. Diddy to run in your house
The gun's with me, put one in your
Now picture me dressed in white linen your life is ending
Slightly grinning, picture that image
me broke as fuck on your block about to open up
Like Okay nigga, up

Picture me driving a course your home, bustin' a "U"
at the top of my lungs "YOU FUCKING WITH WHO?"
Picture me not being that dude
Picture the Benz, a 5, and the not new
Picture the watch platinum, and the rock's not blue
y'all niggaz not knowing how I do
Picture me, yet picture you
Painting a picture than the one that I drew

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Where do you go from when you felt you've done it all
When what used to get you high get you high no more
When you got a lot of cars, don't drive no more
When you're expected to win, they ain't no more

Hold up, stop, wait, the tape
How money can one nigga make in one place
How dough could you hold in one safe
How many hoes can a nigga chase

Where do you go after the
After all the Soul Train and awards, after the tours
After asking whores what they after me for
Is it the money? The The house, take it all

The sky's the limit, but I ain't jumping
Money is fast, but I ain't running
Picture me driving wack shit
me folding under pressure, picture that shit

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