Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

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

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

in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for
The girls, they say HEY!
you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to outside
my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect and catch a smack in your left ear
up like Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the
But I'm not honey, but I could be your McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
Foundation Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record
Cause y'all jumpin' too
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

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

How many of y'all been to a barbecue
And you always got an or uncle
show you how the old dances go
And they start it off this
slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug get converted into music
The man becomes an entertainer
Leave that alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the will scream loud when 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 Street he's home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much
Think she to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South
She said ain't you that kid that sing
way Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a to three
to her crib 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!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
Come up in hood and they take everything you wearin

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

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

on
Yo I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many you've sold!)
Alright I'm you, yo check it out
You wanna go get 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 about your Grammy's!)

It matter