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 who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded
And these tired bouncers not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty in the West Indies
(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 sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the and they take everything you wearin

Back in the days it was all the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em like it was they birthday
Me, I to stand outside
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)
emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The ain't skip the record jerked
Cause jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket of cheese and a garden full of trees
(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 I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or
wanna show you how the old go
And they it off like this
Electric slide on the floor
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug money get converted music
The dope man an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I the customers
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is
Excuse me I gotta
Girl you wearin' so ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really 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 much
Think she want to indulge in masturbation
So I proceeded the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the of South America
She said ain't you that kid sing Guantanamera
way before Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
hood you come from?
I was in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's for New Jersey
Checked my 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 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 hood and they take you wearin

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

Take me home, to the
I belong at the Refugee
And the Booga
where I live, oh

on
Yo Rock I sold seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo it out
You wanna go get rings?
(It matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It matter about your Grammy's!)

It doesn't