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 light in the mall when the power is
A shadow in a
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

got a holding chain
And you don't know to do!
stop!

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

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 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 know I wouldn't
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so to act like we don't care
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
Glock and a glove, make you really leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on bloop de
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better play wit' yo 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 nigger say som', tear a face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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 language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't 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 ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, sound like
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 Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just people, yeah
Trying so hard to act 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 days are (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!