Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, down
And tired bouncers 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, ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you

Back in the it was all about the clubs
And the thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand
my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He said
Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's time to
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" my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes
The needle ain't the record jerked
Cause y'all too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty Bentley's in the West
(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 sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the and they take 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 this
slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug money get into music
The dope man becomes an
that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You want a hit? Give me a and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the thump
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what 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 want to indulge in masturbation
So I proceeded 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 kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you come
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New Jerusalem yup, short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a to three
Slid to her crib we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her 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!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they everything you wearin

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

me home, to the place
I at the Refugee Camp
And the basement
where I live, oh

on
Yo I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't 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 Rock wants to go get rings or not!)
Man listen,
I got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't about your Grammy's!)

It doesn't