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

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

Never seen, heard, never happened, never occurred
Now picture me flying 10,000 feet the sea
bubbly, you'd love to be me
Now picture the in the cabin with the sweetest massage
Picture having ice and 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 that I've gotten off tours
Now picture me 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 what it's like in my shoes
Do you it (yeah)
Wanna see the that I see
Tell me do you it (yeah)
Wanna know it's like to be me

Picture me wildin', fiendin', for tools
Straight flipping, losing my
Now picture me gritty, P. 'bout 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
Slightly grinning, picture that image
Picture me broke as fuck on block about to open up
Like Okay nigga, up

Picture me driving a course through your home, a "U"
Screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU FUCKING WHO?"
Picture me not that hustler dude
the Benz, a 5, and the drop not new
Picture the watch platinum, and the rock's not blue
Picture y'all niggaz not how I do
Picture me, yet picture 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 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, reverse the
How much money can one nigga in one place
How dough could you hold in one safe
How many hoes can a really chase

Where do you go the applause
After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the
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 some wack shit
Picture me folding pressure, picture that shit

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