Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo this is strictly a club
Dedicated to who used to stand outside in the cold
When the was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And tired bouncers would not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got Bentley's in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
I just won the 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 so-called thugs used to dance the break for
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne it was they birthday
Me, I used to outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list five!
Who's performin tonight? He said
Mister Lover he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up Vegas when it's time to gamble
scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record
y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty Bentley's in the Indies
(It matter!)
I got a full 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 ain't
Come up in the hood and take everything you wearin
Yo I just bought a fresh 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 like
Electric on the dance floor
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug money get into music
The dope man becomes an
Leave that crack alone! I told the
I'm into and better things Mr. Fiend
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
Excuse me I gotta
Girl you wearin' so much ice you freeze New York
man must really love 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 too much conversation
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of America
She said ain't you that kid that Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to
Slid to her when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her the 44

Now it look 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
up in your hood and they take everything you wearin

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

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

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

It matter