Luyện nghe bài hát No Doubt

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

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

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

new year I got my crew here, let's get it on
Miggity make money, money, yo, son, I got the
See me swervan, through the
Black Suburban, puffing urban, wiggity wild and drinking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

Say to the bad guy, excuse 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 dealing 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
crimes, leave 'em hospitalized with scar lines
Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, turn to eat again
by cats who would never see the street again

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

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

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

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

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

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