Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
a cap on his head 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 lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever tear living 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 know what you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know what you're baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a Jimi writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the is free
I never found a ray ,a in sight
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 don't what you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know you're thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't nuttin' but an toned pitch
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that
X on bloop 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
talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can all this fly shit
I finna take off

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

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

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

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

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