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 calling for my body, let my fly
I it all, no lie
me pourin' poppin' something imported
Pedal flooring, poppin', boppin' to Lauryn
Now picture me

Never seen, never heard, never happened, occurred
Now picture me flying 10,000 above the sea
Popping bubbly, you'd to be me
Now picture the servants in the cabin with the 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 gotten off tours
Now me plotting for more, picture this nigga

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Do you it (yeah)
Wanna do the things 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 what it's to be me

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

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

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

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

Where do you go the applause
After all the Soul Train and 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 ain't jumping
Money is fast, but I ain't running
Picture me driving wack shit
Picture me folding pressure, picture that shit

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