Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the
When the 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 Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a full of trees
(It matter!)
I just won the bingo a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people carin
Come up in the hood and they take you wearin

Back in the it was all about the clubs
And the so-called used to dance the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em like it was they birthday
Me, I used to outside
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 your ear
Light up like Vegas it's time to gamble
scream for me like I was part 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 goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record
Cause jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

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

How many of y'all been to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or
wanna show you how the old go
And start it off like this
Electric on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug money get into music
The man becomes an entertainer
that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You want a hit? Give me a 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 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 on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too conversation
Think she want to 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 South
She said you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Loca"
What you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, short for New Jersey
Checked my it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we 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 sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they everything you wearin

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

Take me home, to the
I belong at the Refugee
And the basement
That's I live, oh

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

It matter