Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
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 at the Red Zone, hooded down
And tired bouncers would not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West
(It matter!)
I got a pocket 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 take everything you wearin

in the days it was all about the clubs
And the thugs 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
Mister Lover he be the selector
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's 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" my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people 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 of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an or uncle
wanna show you how the old go
And they start it off like
Electric slide on the floor
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug money get into music
The dope man an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You want a hit? me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is
Excuse me I cough
Girl you so much ice you could freeze New York
man must 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 conversation
Think she to indulge in lyrical masturbation
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 size of South
She said ain't you that kid sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New
my watch it was a quarter to three
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 ain't really
(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 and they take everything you wearin

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

Take me home, to the
I belong at the Refugee
And the basement
where 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 to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It doesn't matter your Grammy's!)

It matter