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 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 tear living 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 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!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
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 loving the
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't 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 jumped like year
Glock and a glove, make you wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an toned pitch
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause blew me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
Get duked out, or get
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga talkin' "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 ain' me
Better play wit' yo 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 nigga off
How come blacks play baseball?
white, know y'all can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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 damn thang, do ya
But is ya really 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 shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, sound like
Man, stole yo
Man, they like
Nope it 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 Slick Rick? No you Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that 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 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!