Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo this is the Rock kicking it the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is

Yo this is strictly a club
to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired would not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the Indies
(It matter!)
I got a full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
I won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
up in the hood and they take everything you wearin

Back in the days it was all about the
And the thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand
Hustlin my way in I'm on the list plus five!
Who's tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Daddy he be the selector
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in left ear
Light up like when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
Foundation Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle skip the record jerked
Cause y'all too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty Bentley's in the Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
Come up in the hood and they take everything you
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh
(It doesn't matter you just bought a Bentley!)

How of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old go
And they it off like this
Electric slide on the dance
Freaky-deaky like 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug money get converted music
The man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You want a Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
Excuse me I gotta
Girl you wearin' so much ice you could New York
You're man really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a too much conversation
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the size of America
She said ain't you that kid that sing
way Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a to three
Slid to her crib we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her the 44

Now what it look like, it ain't that
(It matter!)
So he the gat at my top hat
(It matter!)
Are you You was married!
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people carin
Come up in your hood and take everything you wearin

Yeah when shorty walked up to her man
And she I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said

me home, to the place
I belong at the Camp
And the Booga
That's I live, oh

on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen records
(It doesn't how many records you've sold!)
I'm with you, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond
(It matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It doesn't about your Grammy's!)

It matter