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 calling for my body, let my fly
I it all, no lie
Picture me pourin' poppin' imported
flooring, clutch poppin', boppin' to Lauryn
Now me falling

Never seen, never heard, never happened, never
Now picture me flying 10,000 above the sea
Popping bubbly, 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 being shattered and your being lavished
At the same time, tell me what you think
Picture all the money that gotten off tours
Now picture me plotting for more, this nigga

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

Picture me wildin', fiendin', for tools
flipping, losing 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 linen while your life is ending
grinning, picture that priceless image
Picture me broke as fuck on block about to open up
Okay nigga, what's up

Picture me driving a course through home, bustin' a "U"
Screaming at the top of my "YOU FUCKING WITH WHO?"
Picture me not being that hustler
the Benz, a 5, and the drop not new
Picture the ain't platinum, and the rock's not blue
Picture y'all niggaz not how I do
Picture me, better yet you
a better picture than 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 don't get you high no
you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more
When you're expected to win, they surprised no more

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

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

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

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