Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo this is strictly a club
Dedicated to everybody who used to outside in the cold
the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired would 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 bingo a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
Come up in the hood and they take everything you

Back in the days it was all the clubs
And the thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em like it was they birthday
Me, I used to outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He Shabba
Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Stop drop the up in here)
emcees 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 Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes
The needle skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too
(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 of trees
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a Bentley!)

How many of ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an or uncle
show you how the old dances go
And they start it off this
Electric slide on the floor
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug money get into music
The man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the
I'm bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will loud when the bass thump
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I
Can I offer you a of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South
She ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New
Checked my watch it was a to three
Slid to her crib when we the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her 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!)
if you ain't sharin, people 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

me home, to the place
I belong at the Camp
And the Booga
That's I live, oh

on
Yo I sold like seventeen million records
(It matter how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo it out
You wanna go get 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 matter about your Grammy's!)

It doesn't