Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

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

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

Back in the days it was all about the
And the so-called thugs to dance the break for love
The girls, they say HEY!
you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I to stand outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest 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 your ear
Light up Vegas 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 Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record
Cause jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

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

How many of ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or
wanna you how the old dances go
And start it off like this
slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug money get converted into
The man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I the customers
I'm into bigger and better Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the thump
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
Excuse me I cough
you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a
(He works on Wall Street only home two nights a week)
That's when she a little too much conversation
Think she want to in lyrical masturbation
So I with the conversation, I said
Can I you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the size of America
She said ain't you that kid that Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Loca"
What hood you come
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 quarter to
Slid to her crib when we opened the
Her man was on the waiting for her with 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, ain't 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

Take me home, to the
I belong at the Camp
And the Booga
where I live, oh

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

It matter