Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his head and a in his tie
I'm the in the mall when the power is gone
A in a corner
playin' 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 chain
And you don't what to do!
stop!

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a heart and
I got Saturday night, enough's said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get like leap year
Glock and a glove, make you really wanna me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My plaid pants, my future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on bloop de
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay 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 squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you 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 shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't
If it hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, they like
Man, they yo
Man, they look
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 if we were just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

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