Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

Yo this is strictly a record
Dedicated to everybody who to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, down
And these bouncers would not let me in

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

Back in the it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to the break for love
The girls, they say HEY!
Unless you 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I to stand outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest plus five!
Who's tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Daddy he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes
The ain't skip the record jerked
y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got Bentley's 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 bingo bought a in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't
Come up in the and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a Bentley!)

How many of y'all been to a barbecue
And you always got an or uncle
show you how the old dances go
And start it off like this
Electric slide on the dance
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS it
Drug get converted into music
The dope man an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass
I can smell it in the air, the smell is
me I gotta cough
Girl you so much 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 home two a week)
That's when she a little too much conversation
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No
(Let's get it huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South
She said you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my in Jerusalem
The New yup, that's short for New Jersey
my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her when we opened the door
Her man was on the waiting for her with the 44

Now what it look like, it 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 hood and they take everything you wearin

Yeah that's when walked up to her man
And she said I go I can't 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 million records
(It doesn't how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm you, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It doesn't about your Grammy's!)

It matter