Luyện nghe bài hát No Doubt

Kick ass, nigga, on
Yeah, yeah, Hit Firing Squad
Nine, eight,

No doubt, no
Do your thing, do thing
No doubt, no
Do your thing, do your

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And nigga Teflon
get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah,

Another new year I got my crew here, get it on
make money, money, yo, son, I got the bomb
See me swervan, through the
Black Suburban, urban, wiggity wild and drinking bourbon

See I'm learnin', while I'm
Rapidly firin', like that shit the Ku Klux be burnin'
Who wanna get stuck up or get the fuck up?
Blucka, blowe, bitch, nigga your lucks up

Yo, I'm about to pull the out, thug out, but rub out
for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out
Shit I set it for when I bug out
My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the out

Yo, we seep underground to be dug out
We the Ruffhouse
Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned at the thug
Now your a one of a kind dude
Undefined dude, top of the dude

Aiyyo, we giggity bug in here
All my people up in here, rough in here
Bullets figgity flying every where
It's faitiggity tear cats out the frame
Das, Billy Danz, Teflon and Lil Fame

No doubt, no
Do thing, do your thing
No doubt, no
Do your thing, do your

Das M.O.P.
And that nigga
get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah,

No doubt, no
Do your thing, do your
No doubt, no
Do your thing, do your

Das M.O.P.
And that Teflon
Let's get it on what,
Let's get it on yeah,

Say hello to the bad guy, me as I grab my N U Ts
No to ask why, we blow the spot up
Hit 'em with the raw
Could be somewhat more with the product

You with sacrifice, real hardcore
All the for these thugs that I'm willing to die for
First family style, its deep, you catch us on beats
But we should never be disconnected these streets

See my hard times that bring forth these higgity hard rhymes
Hard crimes, leave 'em hospitalized with lines
Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's to eat again
Motivated by cats who would never see the street

See him in the next life 'cause where were gon' meet again
And if it goes then you gon' bleed again
Any ground I roam, I on it
a llama with eight shots and my hand on it

Yeah, so let's expand on it, put my on it
Its the shit that make wanna land on it
The Hit Squad and Firing Squad
We billin', ya, ya, figgity feelin' ya till the next millennial

No doubt, no
Do your thing, do your
No doubt, no
Do your thing, do thing

Das M.O.P.
And nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what,
get it on yeah, yeah

No doubt, no
Do your thing, do thing
No doubt, no
Do thing, do your thing

Das M.O.P.
And that nigga
get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah,