Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo this is a club record
Dedicated to who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded
And these tired bouncers 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!)
if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the and they take everything you wearin

Back in the days it was all 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 stand
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest plus five!
performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's 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 Paul
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red goes bezerk
The needle ain't 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 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, people carin
Come up in the hood and they everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh
(It doesn't matter you just bought a Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or
show you how the old dances go
And they start it off like
Electric slide on the dance
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug get converted into music
The dope man becomes an
Leave crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into and better things Mr. Fiend
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 freeze New York
You're man must love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two a week)
That's when she said a little too conversation
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I
Can I you a glass 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 Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New
Checked my it was a quarter to three
to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the waiting for her with the 44

Now what it 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 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 be here no more
And she this

me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee
And the basement
where I live, oh

on
Yo Rock I 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 diamond
(It doesn't matter if the Rock to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It doesn't about your Grammy's!)

It matter