Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo this is strictly a club
to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, 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 of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take you wearin

in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called used to dance the break for love
The girls, they say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they
Me, I used to outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list five!
Who's performin He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's to gamble
Girls scream for me 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 Alert goes
The needle ain't the record jerked
Cause 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 won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people carin
Come up in the hood and take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever been to a
And you always got an aunt or
wanna you how the old dances go
And they start it off this
Electric on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
money get converted into music
The man becomes an entertainer
that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really you, what does he do for a living?
(He on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she a little too much conversation
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing
way before Ricky Martin "Livin' La Vida Loca"
hood you come from?
I was in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to
to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her 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 take you wearin

Yeah that's when walked 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 Booga
That's I live, oh

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

It doesn't