Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

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

Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
I just won the bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and take everything you wearin

Back in the 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 birthday
Me, I to stand outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest plus five!
Who's tonight? He said Shabba
Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your ear
Light up like when it's time to gamble
scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
Foundation Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle skip the record jerked
y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
What? I won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just a fresh Bentley!)

How of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you got an aunt or uncle
wanna you how the old dances go
And start it off like this
Electric on the dance floor
like Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an
Leave crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the thump
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
Excuse me I gotta
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 when she said a little too conversation
Think she to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No
(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 Jerusalem yup, that's for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a to three
to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle for her with 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 hood and 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 said

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

on
Yo Rock I sold like million records
(It doesn't matter how records you've sold!)
Alright I'm you, yo check 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