Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand in the cold
When the 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 West
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of
(It matter!)
I won the bingo bought 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 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 list five!
performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a in your left ear
Light up Vegas when it's time to gamble
scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
Foundation Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the jerked
y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got Bentley's 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 bought 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 matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever to a barbecue
And you got an aunt or uncle
show you how the old dances go
And they start it off like
Electric on the dance floor
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug money get converted music
The dope man becomes an
Leave crack alone! I told the customers
I'm bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum
And the crowd scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New
You're man must really love you, does he do for a living?
(He works on Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a too much conversation
Think she want to 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 America
She said ain't you that kid sing Guantanamera
way Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
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 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 sharin, people 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 gotta go I can't be here no
And she said

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

on
Yo Rock I sold like million records
(It doesn't matter how many records sold!)
Alright I'm you, yo check it out
You go get diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter if the 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