Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo this is a club record
Dedicated to who used to stand outside in the cold
the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired bouncers 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 just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you

Back in the days it was all about the
And the so-called used to dance the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they
Me, I used to outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list five!
performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Daddy he be the selector
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect emcees and a smack in your left ear
Light up Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red 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 full of cheese and a full of trees
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bingo a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh
(It doesn't you just bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all been to a barbecue
And you got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old go
And start it off like this
Electric slide on the floor
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into
The dope man becomes an
that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what he do for a living?
(He works on Street he's only home two nights a week)
when she said a little too much conversation
Think she want to indulge in lyrical
So I proceeded with the conversation, I
Can I offer you a glass of Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing
way before Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New Jerusalem yup, short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to
Slid to her when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle for her with the 44

Now what it look like, it really 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
up in your hood and they take everything you wearin

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

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

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

It doesn't