Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo this is the Rock it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to what the Rock is cookin'

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

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

Back in the it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list five!
Who's tonight? He said Shabba
Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's 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 like I was of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert bezerk
The needle skip the record jerked
y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

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

How of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an or uncle
wanna you how the old dances go
And they it off like this
Electric on the dance floor
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug get converted into music
The man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? me a guitar and a drum machine
And the will scream loud when the bass thump
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
Excuse me I gotta
you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only two nights a week)
when she said a little too much conversation
Think she want to in lyrical masturbation
So I with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of America
She said ain't you that kid sing Guantanamera
way before Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her the 44

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

that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be no more
And she this

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

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

It doesn't