Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' My Thang

( rings* )
(Yo Moe, up?
Where you been,
What's up the new sound?
I heard from you in a while, man
What you doin, man?
Some of my homies don't know you
up with that?
What's up that?)

Let us with a funky in-tro
My name is Moe Dee, what up, what up - yo
And for those of you who just know
Or might no recognize me from the - flow
I am the brother the Wild Wild - West
But I'm not on the new wild - quest
Because I can't get the new - sound
Because I don't like the way it's - down
Brothers say they wanna keep it - real
But how many brothers really the - skill
So what you got a street - appeal
So you promote genocide, for what? A -
Well, I was never with - scene
Because the ends could justify the - means
And if all about gettin that - green
I been there, I that, I mean
I'm my thing, kid

(Yo, what kinda flavor is that,
I the new stuff, man)
Hey yo, I'm my thing, kid
(The hardcore, the hardcore stuff, man
on)
I'm my thing, kid
(I hear you, but the brothers ain't with the stuff
you kill a rhyme?)
Hey yo, I'm my thing, kid
(Shoot in the next verse, aight?
somebody)

Brothers say they be hard-core
So in their own they start - war
You really don't care you say you got - yours
But think about it for a second, stop,
If all you do is get - paid
Then you ain't but a paid - slave
The Tom of the New - Age
Cause sellin out nothin new - wait
you can pull a trigger on a nigga well
You think you're bigger, nigga, stop and you sell
nothin hard about committin homicide
Cause genocide is really - right?
Well, think it on a higher - level
You your soul and you got hired by a - devil
To reek havoc in the ghetto, y'all go on
runnin with God like a runnin rebel
my thing, kid

(What's all this about God
What you're to do, man?)
Hey yo, I'm my thing, kid
(You a reverend or
Tryin to be a or what?)
I'm my thing, kid
(Give it up the preachin God
Just rhyme, rhyme)
Hey yo, I'm my thing, kid
(Alright then, flip the flow, change your
Be like else)

I'm true to the game, so I keep
Hype for the times and I'm representin
Kick flavor while I'm eatin up the of em
Then put em in the with the rest of em
When I flip it and hit it, some brothers get it
They want me to it like others - forget it
I a style for the microphone
You can search the rap files but mine alone
I get in to fit in the flow, it's won't simulate
Now bein one of the causes them to hate
The freestyle master I'm a outcast
You ever stop and ask how to outlast
All before me and the many that came after
The critics who this I dimiss with laughter
Ain't no puzzle, put a muzzle on their
And the hype crowd sing
I'm my thing, kid

(Man..
Alright, I see what you're
I can get that)
Hey yo, I'm my thing, kid
(I kinda that, yo
Go and do yo thing, kid)
I'm my thing, kid
(Yeah, yeah, I dig it, I dig it
Go ahead, do thing)
Hey yo, I'm my thing, kid
(Hit me with one more and let em where it's comin from)

I worked with Sugarhill Gang, Run and D
Eric B., Big Kane and Public Enemy
'79 to '94, now that's longevity
You got a problem with the flow, a remedy
Just sit back, relax, in fact, try to it
Cause I'm back to back, you gotta wear it
Ain't no sense goin against the
Get yourself a surf, dude, the wave
Cause this ain't the style, ain't no competators, I'll
Take out the negative while like a predator I'll
Prey and on play on and on the airwaves
You heard I'm fallin or fell, chalk it as
Ain't no defense or criticism
Capable of doin no nothings here, that's how I'm
You can bring whatever you got to
I'm the champ, the master, the
I'm my thing, kid

(Yo Moe, you all that, man
You go far, man)
Hey yo, I'm my thing, kid
(I'm not lyin, you gon' it to the top)

(Do thing, kid
Do thing, kid
Do thing, kid...)