Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is
A in a corner
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever tear with you

You've got a holding
And you don't know to do!
stop!

You do it
But you don't know you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know what you're thinking

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I talk back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

You do it
But you don't know you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you know what you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know what thinking baby

You go on
And you make it alright!

Every time we try, we get
But it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped leap year
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
white, know y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, panic
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, sound like
Man, they yo
Man, they look
it ain't us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I care)
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

Flip the page, our days are (Hiiide!)
is strange, doctor, I've got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!