Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo this is the kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're to smell what the Rock is cookin'

Yo this is strictly a club
Dedicated to everybody who used to outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was at the Red Zone, hooded down
And tired bouncers would not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got Bentley's in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a full of trees
(It matter!)
I just won the bingo a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they everything you wearin

Back in the days it was all the clubs
And the so-called thugs to dance the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em like it was they birthday
Me, I used to outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the list plus five!
Who's performin He said Shabba
Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't the record jerked
Cause y'all too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't you just bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever been to a
And you always got an or uncle
wanna you how the old dances go
And they start it off like
Electric slide on the floor
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
money get converted into music
The dope man an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I the customers
I'm bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is
Excuse me I gotta
Girl you wearin' so ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too conversation
Think she to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I
Can I offer you a glass of Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the of South America
She said ain't you that kid that Guantanamera
way before Ricky sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, short for New Jersey
Checked my it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we the door
Her man was on the bottle for her with the 44

Now it look like, it ain't really that
(It matter!)
So he the gat at my top hat
(It matter!)
Are you You was married!
(It matter!)
Cause if you sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they take you wearin

Yeah that's when walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I be here no more
And she said

me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee
And the basement
That's I live, oh

on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen records
(It doesn't matter how records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo it out
You wanna go get rings?
(It matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen,
I got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter about Grammy's!)

It doesn't