Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

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

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

Back in the it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the for love
The girls, wouldn't 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!
Who's performin tonight? He said
Mister Lover Daddy he be the
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect emcees and a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's to gamble
scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle skip the record jerked
Cause jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty Bentley's in the Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a full of trees
(It matter!)
What? I won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
Come up in the hood and they everything you wearin
Yo I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you 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 slide on the dance
Freaky-deaky Studio 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 things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
Excuse me I cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you freeze New York
You're man really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only two nights a week)
That's she said a little too much conversation
Think she to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the of South America
She said you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Loca"
What hood you come
I was in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
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 bottle 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!)
if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your and they take everything you wearin

Yeah when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be no more
And she said

me home, to the place
I at the Refugee Camp
And the basement
That's I live, oh

on
Yo I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records 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 diamond or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It doesn't about your Grammy's!)

It matter