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

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

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

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Do you it (yeah)
Wanna do the that I do
me do you want it (yeah)
Wanna know what like in my shoes
Do you it (yeah)
Wanna see the that I see
Tell me do you it (yeah)
Wanna know what it's 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 mouth
Now picture me in white linen while your life is ending
Slightly grinning, that priceless image
Picture me broke as fuck on your block to open up
Okay nigga, what's up

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

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

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

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

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

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