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 poppin' something imported
Pedal flooring, clutch poppin', boppin' to
Now me falling

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

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

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

Picture me a course through your home, bustin' a "U"
Screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU WITH WHO?"
Picture me not being that dude
the Benz, a 5, and the drop not new
Picture the watch ain't platinum, and the not blue
Picture niggaz not knowing how I do
Picture me, yet picture you
Painting a better picture the one that I drew

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Where do you go from here 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, even 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 dough could you hold in one safe
How many hoes can a nigga really

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

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

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